Some seek God on
mountain tops
Some search the
sheltered valley
I have seen Him many
times
Asleep in Booble
Alley.
-- J. Wellington Nix
It is well known that when God comes
in corporeal form to the Dark City He comes as a cat, which perhaps explains
the cautious deference with which cats are treated there. For a time I had pursued this lead, and
interviewed, with due respect, whatever cat crossed my path. However, each and
every one – from Persian queen to tattered kitten – assured me that it was,
indeed, God whom I was addressing.
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