“I think God might be the dust and the jackrabbits and the rain, that God might be Teddy and the bullet that killed him, the beautiful and exquisite moon and the terrible zeppelins, all spread out and everywhere. I’ve begun to think that maybe we are god’s fingers rubbing against each other to see how it feels. Do you think that it is a sacrilegious thought – that God might be everything and its opposite?”
