There are a lot of things I don’t understand and which are probably not worth bothering about anyway.

I don’t understand spam, how it grew and what is the point of it.

This morning I was thinking: Of all the unwanted advertisements that come to me, I really wonder about those that offer  college degrees where you don’t have to study. You pay your money, and then suddenly you have a degree.

I don’t understand why anyone would want a paper without the education.  What good is it? It’s fake!

Then I remembered! I got myself a certificate a few years back!  But, of course, that was different! It really was!

At the time, I was keen about going into prisons and giving Godwriting workshops. I had heard that prisons won’t let you in unless you are a minister of some kind. So I went to the web and found a place that made me a reverend. I don’t remember which school I used.

I never ever let anyone believe that I was trained. I never pretended. All I had to have was a piece of paper. I did get it, and I felt good about it. And I do have it, but, you know, right now I don’t know even know where it is.

I suppose when people do anything, they always justify it one way or another.

For me, I felt no man, no office, no school makes me a minister. And you must know I would never go to a school for it.

Somehow or other, God made me His minister — this is so amazing I can’t get my head around it — and this paper is only a civil document, necessary only in human eyes.

As for getting Heavenletters into prisons, I didn’t succeed. It got hard, and I began to think it was better to spend my time on the general population.

And now you’re here!