And you are an atheist too? said Geryon.
I am a skeptic. You doubt God? Well more to the point I credit God
with the good sense to doubt me.
What is mortality after all but divine doubt flashing over us? For an instant God
suspends assent and POOF! we disappear.
It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back.
Moments of death I call them. Have an olive,
he added as the waiter’s arm flashed between them with a plate.
Thank you, said Geryon
and bit into an olive. The pimiento stung his mouth alive like a sudden sunset.
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red, p. 94