from Uncle Albert's notebook (cahier)

Ted has a (another) letter from his sister, Moira. The dead sister. He gets these from time to time—he doesn’t explain how. He doesn’t show them to me, or to anyone else, that I am aware of. We are to take them at his word.
          In this one, she describes even heaven as not ideal because “like earth, it is a creation of God and man between them and neither knows exactly what he wants. Moreover, they can’t agree. Moreover moreover, among men it seems to be theologians that will have the greatest say, and they are the least practical of all men—look how they struggle with Jesus’ parables, with paperclips, and with women, none of them as complicated as they would wish.”

Ted says to me, “What do you think?” “About?” “Who creates heaven and earth—let’s start there.”
          “It depends on which has the greater imagination,” I say (or should have, I forget which), “who is imagining whom.”
                                                                  12/09/23