So what would you have me do?”
The devil looked at me in sheer astonishment. “Why, write,” he said. “That’s what you do best anyway.”
“What am I going to wrote about?”
“Well,”the devil replied, “for starters, you can write about God.”
“I don’t want to write about God,” I replied. “I just quit God.”
“You can’t quit God,”said the devil, “any more than you can get rid of me.”
“Yeah, but I’m tired of God,” I said wearily. “He’s been having me work long lifetimes, no paid overtime. I wanna divorce, or whatever it is you get when you don’t have a relationship with God anymore.”
“Flaubert,” admonished the devil. “You can’t really mean that. You love God. God loves you. His Son is your BFF. And you can’t get rid of God.”
“I just did,” I pointed out. “I walked out. I quit.”
“It doesn’t work like that,” said the devil, and he proceeded to explain.
Lee van Laer Substack, The Flaubert Report, today, Getting the God Out
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