Drunk with You

I think we should get drunk and talk about God.

 

I’m glad I’m drunk. I’m glad I’m finally drunk with you. I’m glad I don’t have to drive off. Disappear.

 

I get metaphysical when I drink … do you find it delightful? Do you think of me as a delight? Am I delightfully philosophical?

 

Talking into the night. Talking at the coast. Talking into nowhere. Into the void.

 

Am I being profound … or just drunk?

 

Can God hear us here? Coo-ee, God!

 

What’s your theory of the universe, philosopher? Do you have one? What’s the use of philosophy if it doesn’t give you a theory of the universe?

 

Don’t say you’re an atheist – I’m bored of atheists. Atheism is so dull a position, especially if you are an atheist.

You should always be interesting about God.

 

We haven’t talked about God yet.

interesting things happen when you start talking about God.

 

I want some beautiful God stuff. I meant a beautiful God. A God of all the beauty. God as a name for all the beautiful things. 

God, god, god as a word everyone’s forgotten. That I’m going to reclaim … That can be mine now …

 

We’re not dead yet.

Do you think?

We’re still alive.

Are we?

And it’s all so beautiful.

Is it?

 

What does meaning mean, anyway?