"The storyteller is a pale metaphor, I have often thought, for God who
creates our world and us, falls in love with his creatures, even obsesses
over us because we don't act right, and always reserves the right to say the
final word.
Does God really obsess over us? Anyone who claims to be God and doesn't
obsess over us (and the birds of the air and the flowers of the field) is a
fraud and a phony. As Elie Wiesel remarked somewhere, God made humans because
he loves stories, and our lives are the stories he tells.
I would like to think that the illumination in my story is that we live in a
cosmos that is finally, however oddly, implacably forgiving; that it is never
too late to begin again; that there are always second (and more)
chances; that it is possible, Ulysses-like, to go home again; that we will
all be young again and all laugh again; that love is always and necessarily
renewable; and that life is stronger that death." - A.G.
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