"I鈥檝e met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, 鈥淲hy?鈥�
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn鈥檛 I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can鈥檛 I see how we鈥檙e all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God鈥檚 got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens. "
/Chuck Palahniuk/
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