Pronoun Trouble
In one of my favorite cartoons, Daffy Duck says to Bugs Bunny, “Aha, pronoun trouble! It’s not ‘he doesn’t have to shoot you now,’ it’s ‘he doesn’t have to shoot me now.'” Well, today, when God showed up for our chat, instead of the old man that I’ve been talking to, God was a young woman. At first I tried to ignore it. I thought to myself, “Okay, God can be whatever he wants to be, even if that means she and not he.” We talked about something meaningless for a few minutes, but I finally gave in and asked.
“How come you’re a woman today?”
She gave me an answer and I really wish she would let me record her for times like this, because I can’t remember even a quarter of what she said. There was something about her appearance being a collaboration between her and my subconscious, but then she went on talking about how the whole universe is just a part of her. So everything is part of God, but how she appears to any one she appears to is some sort of negotiation between the part of her that they represent and the part of her that is representing itself to them. That’s not really a problem, she said, because she rarely actually appears to anyone and she generally avoids repeated exposure to any individual, me being a rare exception. There was also something about trees interacting with the ground but only taking in the nutrients that they need and ignoring the things they don’t need.
At the end of it, I’d have to say I was more confused than when I started.
I think that happened to Daffy Duck, too.
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