22.2

As they left the gathering Shard could feel the untamed anxiety exuding beneath max’s surprisingly calm veneer.

“Max, remember in the street, what I said about writing?”

“Of course I do. I always wanted to write.”

“Use it as a tool to understand your experience. What you need is perspective. You witnessed God – that’s good. But it’s not the end of the world for you or anyone else. It’s happened many times before and it will happen many times again. Here, in India, to witness God is an experience in no way outside the paradigm of the common man. As you move on in life, don’t ever think you are something special. Remember – until a date is chosen and God either appears or fails to appear, no one really knows anything. Until then, always bear in mind the strong possibility that God is no more than a figment of our own imagination. Instead of God creating us – our imagination may well have created God.”

No more talking.

No more crying.

Nothing you see will be destroyed.

Shard read his mind –

“Max, the words you spoke on the mountain could be nothing more than a figment of your imagination – a product of the writer within.”

Max was shocked. He knew he hadn’t made those words up.