a sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out. and then night fell.
helen, 19. everything I do is a mess.
One time I say to him, ‘If there’s a God, is he a man?’ and the question catches him by surprise a bit. But after a while he says that, yes, he thinks in the end God is probably a man. So I say to him, ‘What does he look like? Does he have a beard? Does he wear robes? Does he have long white hair?’ He says to me that the thing about God is that whatever I think he looks like, well, he will look the absolute opposite of that. And whatever I think he is least likely to look like, then that is what he will look like. So I ask him if he means God looks a bit like Gary Glitter and he tells me not to be so bloody silly. So I say to him, ‘If you can’t tell me what he looks like, if you don’t know what he looks like and he doesn’t look like anything, then how do you know he is anything more than just an idea, just something you made up?’