Jonah, if you haven't guessed already, is a purely fictional character. Any similarity to any real characters, living or dead, is purely coincidental, of course.

Of course.

This is not to say that he doesn't have thoughts, feelings and emotions, like you or I. He certainly does. It's just that those thoughts, feelings, and emotions are, like Jonah himself, purely fictional.

Jonah has a deep and abiding suspicion that his life is ultimately meaningless, chaotic. He's absolutely wrong, of course, though I myself gave him that suspicion. His life is neither chaotic nor meaningless. He was, in fact, created for a very specific purpose, toward which he is racing, even now, like a runaway freight train.

I should know. I created him.

The truth is that nothing happens to Jonah that isn't according to plan, that I haven't weighed carefully in my mind, written down, edited, structured with the care of a professional. I know the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega. I know it all. I knew it before he was even born. So to speak.

I even let Jonah in on a little bit of it. Even Jonah knows that he's going to end up in Nineveh Park sooner or later. Like most people who are faced with their own destiny, he's going to go kicking and screaming.

But that's why I call him Jonah.

Jonah is aware of me, too, in a limited sort of way. He even has a name for me.

He calls me "God".