I guess I don't need to bore you with all this rehashing. You're omnipotent now; the forest and the trees and all the dirt beneath it or something. Does betrayal still sting in heaven? If I don't believe that Jesus rejects those who jump from chairs, which I do not, then I must also question the idea that death is a release from pain. I hope you're thankful that I ask more questions than you did. But in all of your terror and rage, you were just glorious, like a god from some ancient myth, star-crossed with his fate. I wouldn't change you, and I know I couldn't. But I'm trying to ask you something, because my heart still beats and for that reason I am selfish
