Chapter 1 God was napping again. It was 10:52 in the morning—in ‘Heaven Time’—and God was already back asleep. God had given up on all of the timelines a long, long time ago, and now God was waiting for the few remaining timelines to fizzle out.  In every single universe God created for ‘life’, ‘life’ found a way to cause its own extinction. If God gave ‘life’ the opportunity for free-will—somehow, in some unfathomable way—’life’ chose poison. Sometimes, it was a slow death—a slow...

All the Dragonflies died.  They die every winter.  They spend years underwater as little tadpole looking things, before crawling out of the water, sprouting wings, just to fly for a few weeks, before they die.  So, when a Dragonfly approached him, saying, “Imagine her as happy,” he thought he had gone mad.  He rubbed his eyes to double check he wasn’t seeing things, before taking his finger and clearing out the wax in his ears.  The Dragonfly hoovered in front of his eyes.  He blinked. ...

“The version in my head of her is a masterpiece of selective memory.”  Whoa, who said that? . . . “I did.” Whoa. Who are you? “I am you.” No. I am me. “You are also you.” What? Dude, WHAT is going on? Why is your voice in my head? “I am you.” Stop saying that!  “ You  are the voice inside of my  head.” No, no, no. That’s not right. Switch back with me!  “The version in my head of her is a masterpiece of selective memory.”  Stop saying that, too! Who the hell are you?? “I am–” I swear if you...