Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal be sad about. And if He doesn’t exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.

Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the Earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?

I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.

Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.

It is unrealistic to think you can have an inflexible identity that never has to give or take or make compromises.

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

What does it remember like?