Big Chungus, salvation, and why would white men be the chosen ones?

The prologue to The Earth Is My Bitch

Greetings,

Thanks for being here. I had a crusher of a week, which included an uncanny moment where I wondered open-heartedly why I’ve never been a person who could accept a religious explanation for things. I mean, that would make my life so much easier.

It is tempting to contemplate a savior, or a God-given purpose, and actually I do contemplate the latter one a lot. But I have no answers, only the questions you’ve already been reading me ask over the past few weeks.

(If only I wrote fiction. Science-fiction. Instead, I am stuck offering theories that come from outer space.)

So, I thought about it, and figured the best thing to do would be to shower you with more questions. You are so welcome! Anyway, we’re done with the book here now. Thanks for your interest and feedback. Think good thoughts for me as I send it out.

Meanwhile, this is the prologue to the book. You get a preview! As I was reading through it all, I questioned myself: is all this even leading somewhere? The idea that we might be caged beasts never to be truly free that dements and torments me.

I have a core belief that we have never been free, don’t even have a clue what it actually means to be free, and are scared to even ask about it. And yet, if there is one thing in my life I haven’t ever stopped pursuing, it’s the idea that it is our actual nature to be free, to be creative, to be dynamic and not static.

For me, I guess that is the purpose I was given—to bang on the door to be let outside into the wide world of liberty.

Who gives out these things anyway?

Whitney