Posted by Stamos N Affleck at c68.187.156.41.stc.mn.charter.com on February 24, 2004 at 21:57:37:
In Reply to: How did the book end? posted by Evan Nash on February 24, 2004 at 21:34:45:
Okay, so, Tyler holds the gun to his mouth and fires.
They both think they are dead.
Guy (he never has a name) if free of Tyler because he thinks he's dead.
He thinks hes talking to God at a big oak desk. It's pretty funny:
In my fathers house, there are many mansions. Of course, when I pulled the trigger I died.
Liar.
And Tyler died.
With the police helicopter coming and all the support group people who couldn't save themselves trying to save me, I had to pull the trigger.
This was better than real life.
And your one perfect moment wont last forever.
Everything in heaven is white on white.
Faker.
Everything in heaven is quiet rubber-souled shoes.
I can sleep in heaven.
People write to me in heaven and tell me I'm remembered. That I'm their hero. I'll get better.
The Angels here are the Old Testament kind, legends and lieutenants, a heavenly host that works in shifts, days, swings. Graveyard. They bring you your meals on a tray with a paper cup of meds. The Valley of a Dolls Playset.
I've met God behind his big walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I understand that each of us is a sacred, unique, of special unique specialness?
Can't I see that we are all manesfestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap, or trash either.
We just are.
We just are and what happens, happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.