‘Do you believe in God, Arthur?’
I said, eating the last piece of sponge.
‘Do I believe in an old man in the clouds with a white beard judging us mortals with a moral code from one to ten? Good Lord no, my sweet Elly, I do not! I would have been cast out from this life years ago with my tatty history. Do I believe in a mystery; the unexplained phenomenon that is life itself? The greater something that illuminates inconsequence in our lives; that gives us something to strive for as well as the humility to brush ourselves down and start all over again? Then yes, I do. It is the source of art, of beauty, of love, and proffers the ultimate goodness in mankind. That to me is God. That to me is life. That is what I believe in.’
I licked my fingers and scrunched the tin foil up into a ball.
‘Do you think a rabbit could be God?’ I asked casually.
When God was a Rabbit - Sarah Winman
