There is a question asked by a Catholic theologian in this book about God, and the response by a Jewish colleague and friend is as follows:
"A cranky, uncanny God. A God with quirky, unfathomable rules, a God who gets fed up with us and pissed off! But quick to forgive, Sofia, and generous", D.W. said, his voice softening, eyes full of light, "always, always in love with humanity. Always there, waiting for us - generation after generation - to return His passion. Ah, Sofia, darlin'! On my best days I believe in Him with all my heart."
"And on your worst days? she had asked that night.
"Even if it's only poetry, it's poetry to live by, Sofia - poetry to die for....Maybe poetry is the only way we can get near to the truth of God."
"A cranky, uncanny God. A God with quirky, unfathomable rules, a God who gets fed up with us and pissed off! But quick to forgive, Sofia, and generous", D.W. said, his voice softening, eyes full of light, "always, always in love with humanity. Always there, waiting for us - generation after generation - to return His passion. Ah, Sofia, darlin'! On my best days I believe in Him with all my heart."
"And on your worst days? she had asked that night.
"Even if it's only poetry, it's poetry to live by, Sofia - poetry to die for....Maybe poetry is the only way we can get near to the truth of God."