During the last weeks of her life, when Gillian Rose was finally succumbing to the cancer that she had lived with for two and a half years, hospitalised, Rose continued to write daily. Howard Caygill published extracts from these final notebooks. Amongst the various pericopae is this text.
God is not nice
God is not Uncle
God is an earthquake
Except, I discovered as I tried to re-find this blog post via Google, that it’s not by Gillian Rose, it’s a quotation from Abraham Heschel.
Hey, that’s good to know, thanks.