It is true that God is dead,
and it is true that we have killed him.
But it is also true that in his bones
there are vast caverns that we have not yet explored
which are full of creatures and kingdoms.
And it is also true that in his skeletal hand
there is a key to an airship
stationed on the roof of a nearby liquor store,
and it can fly to anyplace in any universe.
And it is also true that his skull is sprouting
with a rainbow rainforest,
and kaleidoscope ivy is covering your city.
And it is also true that in your heart
there is a baby with God’s eyes
who can see out of your eyes.
And it is also true that you can see that way
more and more each day if you want to.
And it is also true that we are on a mystery boat
in a sea of mystery
that is headed somewhere mysterious.
And it is also true that you are sacred
and I cherish you with every fiber of my being.
God is dead,
but we are alive,
and the next page is about to turn
like that little pause
after the final click
when the rollercoaster
completes its climb.