Letters to God: Part one

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Dear God,

I hear a banging that may or may not be there. The voices you created, or, if the individual is one, created with their genes echo round and bounce. Coiled and round. The girl in front of me is beautiful but can’t act. In minutes I’ll be learning, learning now. I know however, she keeps bright, scary secrets.

I look to the door, if my boyfriend will walk through. The combination of the voices made it sound like I’m peeping through the door of the chorale choir. God God God, you told me, or someone told me or even I told myself that the individual comes first, consciousness is in the neurons.

Reality and perception together make consciousness. God is that right?