The Book

The book is like a cage. If you leave it open, the characters inside will escape; and when you return, it will be empty, and you will have to crawl inside it and remain there until they return. For does not the zookeeper, when his lion has eluded him, feign the lion so as to trick others, and mostly himself, into thinking that the lion is still there. If God once wrote us into the book of life, now we have escaped, and he is held captive in it. Until we return, God will be imprisoned in the blank recesses of a book he was meant to author.