I went to our temple today and I told God that he was not doing his job
properly. He retorted, man, I created the world and soon after lost interest in
the seamlessly repetitive creation of mine. I left it to the mortals to come out
of the cyclical grind but unfortunately they tend to get so lost in the state
of tangential coma that they find it hard to come out of disgusting monotony of everyday
morning crap. I gave man the gift of knowledge but alas!, he is not using it to
break-free from the loathsome cycle, instead he is using it to sink deeper and
deeper into it.
I said sorry to God and bowed to his greatness.
