voice

I thought about how lucky I was to receive a sign from God. I didn't deserve it, I knew, but it had happened, there was no denying it. As the shadows bled into darkness, I prayed for a way to follow up on my end of the deal — to make myself what God wanted me to be — and right away it struck me, and it wouldn't go away, no matter how much I fought it, and the thought was so loud and insistent and contrary to every impulse in my body that it occurred to me maybe the voice in my head wasn't mine. So I decided to suck it up and listen.

--Peter Farrelly The Comedy Writer