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August 14, 2004
God is....
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I must believe in God. He is in too many places not to.
He is in the last movie I saw.
He is in the sweltering heat of La Mesa.
He is in the smoke that billows from the mouth of one of my best
friends.
He is in my misery.
He is in my moments of peace and clarity.
He is in the red color of the baboon�s tongue that perfectly
matches the color of his bare ass.
He is in the unavoidable inconsistencies of manmade concrete
that has aged.
He is in people who do not believe in him.
He is in Newcastle.
He is in that moment right after you escape a fatal car accident.
He is in the time that you won�t.
He is in close-up magic, the really good kind.
He is in humor.
He is in that paper cup Tori Amos sings of.
He is on his own talk radio show in LA.
He is in my attempt to love.
He is in my need to.
He is in my civic that still runs despite my gross neglect.
He is in my civic when it dies.
He is free will.
He is maddening to me.
He is everything.
He is nothing.
He is outside of me.
He is NOT Celine Dion.
He did not make her.
But he did make Michael Stapp of Creed, and I don�t
know
why.
He is in the hum of the lawnmower next door that sings a single
droned note.
He is manmade.
He is not manmade.
He is marmalade.
He is not as offended by this list as you may be.
He is big, but sometimes I cannot find him.
I don�t look.
He is in my dog, Shep Proudfoot.
He is in the unannounced �stop to say hi� of my friend
That friend has a rare form of lower muscular atrophy.
He had his new wheel chair in the trunk.
He is in my friend�s candor about the subject.
He is in my friend�s laugh.
He is in my next cup of coffee.
He is George W. Bush and Michael Moore in a boxing ring.
Where Moore defeats Bush in rhetoric, Bush would pummel
Moore in combat.
He is in my ability to laugh at what I just wrote during this: my
darkest moment.
To my dog, God is Eukanuba Dog Food (Puppy/Chiots, Small
Breed � 4lb bag on sale at Petsmart).
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