Following is my letter to another inmate at Pelican Bay State Prison, who is seeking an answer to the age-old question: "Is there a God?" It's common for a man in his circumstances—that is, a man made to live in a cage—to pose that question. Having spent a considerable time in custody myself, I understand the feeling. In the letter, I suggested to him to do what worked for me, which is to find a way to believe that there is a God on a logical level when, at the heart level, you're feeling otherwise. Letter to Julio Madrigal by James Alan Bush Although I didn't mention it in the letter, I have found that once you're satisfied that there is a God, in situations like Julio's—and, of course, mine (see images, below )—you make up for lost time by checking with Him prior to doing just about anything. The hard part is when you find yourself in a situation that seems to be an emergency, but doesn't get the response you feel meets the situation. Such sit
My inevitable demise, daily.