The Gargoyle

by Andrew Davidson

There is no deeper meaning. I understand that some people find God after misfortune, although this seems to me even more ridiculous than finding Him in good times. “God smote me. He must love me.” It’s like not wanting a romantic relationship until a member of the opposite sex punches you in the face.

You’ll swoop from incredible highs when you’re just glad to be alive, to those lows when you wish you were dead. And just when you start thinking that you’ve accepted who you are, that changes, too. Because who you are is not permanent.”

I can no more believe in God than I can believe an invisible monkey lives in my ass;

“Any man who believes he can describe love,” I answered, “understands nothing about it.”