diary / by Edward Mullany


“Separation from God,” my friend said to me, when I asked him to provide me with a definition for hell, or gehenna, the existence of which we’d been debating, in a bar, for several minutes, without first having determined whether our understandings of the term were similar, so that now, only after I’d put the question to him, and he’d answered it, did I see that the basis for my argument had been different than his, and that his, in fact, seemed preferable to, or more accurate than, my own, so that I no longer was convinced of the reality of my position, and suddenly wasn’t sure what to say, which, because we’d been drinking, caused us to laugh, and, after we’d finished laughing, to talk about something else, for the subject had been too heavy to maintain for very long, though eventually one of us brought it up again.