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“Don’t cry, Tyler,” he said. “I’m happy.” “Happy?” “Everyone’s stood by me. Friends and family. Total strangers. Makes me cry when I think about it. But it’s happy crying.”
Maybe Jesus was all right with me too?
If God is only love, is he the norepinephrine, serotonin and dopamine released during romantic attraction? Is he also the oxytocin and vasopressin that are a part of family bonding and friendships?
I started the Fourth of July tape in which Lakshmi stated at the outset that the Declaration of Independence was a “divinely inspired document.” I knew Jefferson would have a problem with that since he was a deist who did not believe in divine intervention. And he would not want to share credit for the founding documents of the United States with an entity he refused to call God.
I did not need this book in my life. What I did need was to let Manna from Heaven know that a third of our clients wanted Mexican food.
The dessert was the flan I had made, but Gene renamed it crème renversée when he wrote out the menu on the chalkboard for the drivers.
with ever-longer prayers, sometimes as long as thirty minutes. That annoyed me as it meant the food was getting cold.
“We were writing it together but she’s taken it over. Everything we worked on she would erase in the morning and then rewrite. So I got out of her way.”
But what really annoyed me was what Lakshmi had said about the virus, something that was an echo of Eloise Clayman’s bullshit: HIV had been sent by God as a means of bringing us closer to him, of helping our better natures to emerge. That was a God who could go fuck himself, I thought.
“Of course they’re depressing!” Damien shouted. “They’re people with AIDS! AIDS is depressing! That was the idea, Lakshmi, to remind people of who we’re helping!”
I also enjoy making people think and pissing them off when I show them the God they believe in is the biggest fame whore of all. That God did not create a safe, happy humanity free from death and suffering. That God is needy — someone who demands recognition and must be worshipped before he ends a bloody and unjust war, cures a child’s cancer or frees us of the “ego addiction” that brings so much pain. That God is infamously jealous of other gods and he always has been.
You're not wrong necessarily but do we not hear the smugness? You don't care any more about people you just like being right.

