There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.
The monstrous act by definition demands a monster.
But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.
A child has little defense against the sight of a parent laid low. Parents, like the earth beneath our feet and the sun above our heads, are immutable objects, eternal and reliable. If one should fall, who might vouch the sun itself won't fall, burning, into the sea?
Perhaps God waits for us to be empty, so he may fill us with himself.
When I wake up the next morning, there's a Hershey's Kiss sitting on the table beside me.