“VI. Wisdom: The Voice of GodNinety percent of what’s wrong with youcould be cured with a hot bath,says God through the manhole covers,but you want magic, to winthe lottery you never bought a ticket for.(Tenderly, the monks chant,embrace the suffering.) The voice neverpanders, offers no five-year plan,no long-term solution, no edicts from a cloudywhite beard hooked over ears.It is small and fond and local. Don’t look foryour initials in the geese honkingoverhead or to see through the glass evendarkly. It says the most obvious shit,i.e. Put down that gun, you need a sandwich.”

− Mary Karr −