"The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Ba..." — Frances Farmer

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.

It puzzled me that other people hadn't found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached past him. Why couldn't they see it? It still puzzles me.

I think God just died of old age. And, when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right!

I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.