- There is a God.
- You are not Him.
Nope. I’m definitely not God, and I’m not Mary, either, I realized. Maybe I was for a few minutes after confession last night. How beautiful to be wiped clean, to be surrounded by fellow sinners, bowing their heads and folding their hands in prayer. But, of course, I’ve already goofed up and feel like I’m drifting farther from the Mirror of Perfection with every passing hour (minute? second?).