I'm sitting in a chair
at 15
and thinking,
If you're going to kill yourself
do it now.
The Catholics call it despair.
I'm not Catholic so I didn't
call it that.
It was just
they got me.
I know it.
They know it.
They win, I lose.
End game, okay?
And I sat there some more.
And it hurt.
It had hurt lots of times but
nothing had ever hurt worse.
And I thought,
This is the worst it's got
and even though I've got a pretty
grim imagination
I didn't imagine it getting worse than that.
So that was my bottom
and we all know
it's only up from there, right?
There have been other lows since then.
I even told you about some
somewhere else
some other time.
But somehow
that was still the bottom's bottom.
You make stuff and it holds you up.
So, you get low
but not as low.
You get scared
But it's a movie you've seen before.
It gets late
But you're not late yet
and that does matter.
Listen.
This is another one for me.
Not for you.
But you can eavesdrop again.
I'm still scared.
But it's a different sort of scared now.
There's always being scared of the dark
that doesn't ever really go away.
But somewhere in the fear of the dark
is the fear that the light might let me see
something that might hurt worse.
There's being scared of losing everything
and everyone
I love,
which is the hard part because I know going in
that coming out
I'm gonna.
And, yeah
is faith just the cowardice
of refusing to accept
the date after the dash?
God, I hope it's more than that.
God, I hope there's a God.
It's silly to complain about a
broken promise
if the Guy who made the Promise
was just some other author's character.
Not that there will be any bad notices
for that play
if that's all there is.
So, okay.
At 15 I chose a life sentence.
At 35 I reenlisted.
And now?
The check is in the mail.
February 8, 1995
Why I Am Not a Jew and What I Am Instead