Man is still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
Next time they shine your light in the sky, don’t go to it. The Bat is dead. Bury it. Consider this mercy.
It’s like a one-man reign of terror. This bat vigilante has been consistently targeting the port and the adjacent projects and tenements.
What we call God depends upon our tribe, Clark Jo. Because God is tribal. God takes sides. No man in the sky intervened when I was a boy to deliver me from daddy’s fist and abominations. I’ve figured it out way back, if God is all powerful, He cannot be all good. And if He is all good, then He cannot be all powerful. And neither can you be.