God is an electron

In the pub tonight there was a weird conversation. Close by me was a bonny wee woman with a red hat that firmly placed on her head, who stated with utter conviction and pride that she had managed to discover the true identity of God. Maggie. She often nips in on Saturdays, always in her red hat, from the first days of autumn until the end of winter. She stood up as tall as her slight stature would allow and proclaimed that God was an electron, invisible and everywhere at the one time, in eternal motion at the heart of every thing and every being. Maggie had attended a conference on quantum theory, and all she had retained was that fuckin´wee electron with its evasive evidence.‘That’s it, God is exactly that ! He’s everywhere at once, even in the pebbles…think of it like that: a pebble ! Something that doesn’t even move…aye, that’s right, that sums it up…and without an electron that wouldn’t exist…nothing would exist…so that’s the proof, eh ? The proof that God is that wee thing…aye…’Everybody was laughing around her, and the person next to me offered another drink. As for me, I found it great, as well as emotional. I gave her a hug while leaving; she was a bit shocked, as I’m not really that type of person. “From the electron…” I whispered in her ear. She smiled back at me, like she understood.I went out and walked along the templar graveyard before going home. I picked up a stone, a little pebble full of life.