I do my best thinking either asleep or in those terrifyingly confusing moments right after I wake and realize where I am and why I’m not married to Mandy Moore. This morning, it was a deep religious question that was furrowing my brow.
Why doesn’t my religion have a trickster god?
The Norse have Loki. The Native Americans have the Coyote. The French have that terrorist Jokey Smurf and his gift bombs. I mean, we’ve got Satan and all but he’s less of a trickster and more just a regular asshole. All he ever tried to do was make Jesus turn rocks into bread or something.
Okay, back to bed.