The naughty, nihilistic thought
that often comes into God's head
is that perhaps, like Him, we’re dead,
and not alive as we’ve been taught.
Kafka told Max Brod: 'We are nihilistic thoughts that come into God's head' ('The Impossibility of Being Kafka: How do you translate a writer who felt alienated from his own words? ' by Cynthia Ozick in The New Yorker, January 11,1999) .
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