“How might our perception of God be changed if we turned off the radio station for a few minutes and walked in a thunderstorm?”

“We were quiet on the car ride home. I turned on the radio and found a station playing "Hey Jude." It was true, I didn't want to make it bad. I wanted to take the sad song and make it better. It's just that I didn't know how.”

“on the radio I heard the news
of that day
at least 6 times, I was
well versed in world
affairs.
the remainder of the stations played a
thin, sick music.
the classical stations refused to come in
clearly
and when they did
it was a stale repetition of standard and
tiresome works.

I turned the radio off.
a strange whirling began in my
head—it circled behind the forehead, clockwise…
I began to wonder, is this what happens
when one goes
mad?”

“But how do you get rid of a god? Is there any religion where they teach you that? How to get your god off your back if he gets too damned obnoxious? No. All you ever get is advice on how to bribe them to leave you alone for a few minutes.”

“We do not escape our boundaries or our innermost being. We do not change. It is true we may be transformed, but we always walk within our boundaries, within the marked-off circle.”

“By conducting a media fast - turning off the television, radio, and computer - we stop the influx of poison that keeps us buying and desiring more.”

“What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.”

“And I was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station, if we drive out of range.”

“I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory”

“Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me.

I sighed. This trip might take awhile.
"Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself.

I set off, off to kill the man I loved.”