Turgenev

One of the there's in there is no there there revealed itself this morning.

It was there all the time, I just hadn't looked closely enough.

I'd wanted the Buddhist's to like me, some of my best friends are Buddhist, but I couldn't be Buddhist myself. The Buddhist's were as tired of Christianity as I was, they truly believed they found God in Buddha, but God for me had become the father on his deathbed who says to his son, "you sure are handy to have around, but I wish I liked you more."

These words had actually been said to a friend of mine by his father on his deathbed. Therefore, the last words one of them would ever say are the words the other would hear the rest of his life.