I never really hear from God. I mean, I've had feelings sometimes, and to be absolutely clear, this was just a feeling too, but a surprisingly clear one, especially given how much I had detached from the idea that there even was a God. I was about to give a talk, just nipping back to my hotel room for a wire or something. The thing is, I basically had to replace my old God for a new one. The old one's "perfect" love was so narrow and hateful, and it had crushed me to nothing. I was shopping for a new one who loved the actual me, and seeing whether I could find one, a God that is, who could be real, and somehow drag the old one off of my prone body. So, hurrying down the stark hotel back stairs feeling sure someone was about to find me out, I heard a voice. Or at least I had a bit of a feeling. "It was always me."