little things for big places: God disappeared after that. Like a star sucked up in a black hole. The absence felt like stumbling into the knowledge of what nothing is. Or, some said, no he is here. Here and as indifferent as the rock that fell on our heads. Hard and heavy and just as dumb. Some said, God is still here, the great betrayer, still hanging over us, even if he no longer touches us. A perpetual, invisible action arching above. Low but far out of reach. Some said, no its just another day with God. Like any other day, like tomorrow. Some protected God. Some said: don’t blame him, it’s nature’s fault. God would never be so cruel. Only nature could bring such destruction. Some were not occupied with God or even nature at all. Their minds were jammed with memories of better days and questions of what could have been, what should have been. Some orbited between all these theories about God, never landing on any of them. God was and he wasn’t. They blamed him and they blamed nature. Regardless, life was ruled by the dead.