Tony Kushner. Angels in America (№ 37333)

A broken thumb nail, God breaks us skin from throat to navel, and then launches into a huge, dirty hands and rakes in a fist our bloody guts, and they squirm, trying to escape from his fingers, but he clenches his fist tight, he's persistent, he pulls and pulls until you throw up all our guts out and the pain! About it, even can not speak. Then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled, torn off. And stitches - this is our duty. And then you have to get up. And to walk. This is a man - crippled inside.