and then i was telling her all about them , about my search so long ago to find the others , thinking that if i only knew the history of things , it would explain the mystery ... on and on i talked to her , explaining us , what we were , all about my trek through the centuries , and then the lure of the rock music , the perfect theatre for me , and what i 'd wanted to do , about david and god and the devil in the paris cafe , and david by the fire with the bible in his hand , saying god is not perfect .