Sue the Bastard. Sue Him.

Earth. always changing. all history ever has been is a series of changes, changes to the status quo. it just…it just…we can’t just stop. we’re not rocks - progress, migration, motion is…modernity. its animate, its what living things do. We desire. Even if all we desire is stillness, it’s still desire for. Even if we go faster than we should. We sit here, hoping, desiring, never able to do things for ourselves, always waiting around for God to do things for us. Grovelling at his feet, waiting for the world to change so we dont have to. We wander through our lives, hoping that we will be saved, rescued from every little obstacle that comes our way. Faith is a weakness, a distraction, a way to get around having to deal with hardships and pain, a way out. we are always waiting, but we can’t even wait properly. we have to invent notions of apocalyptic proportions, soon to happen. We can't wait. And wait for what?

God…?

He isn’t coming back, how can he? He was never here to begin with.

and even if He was here before, even if he did come back…

if He ever did come back, if He ever dared to show His face or His Glyph or whatever on this planet again…if after all this destruction, if after all the terrible days of this terrible century in this terrible millennium He returned to see how much suffering His abandonment had created, if all He has to offer is death as a release from this terrible world, we should sue the bastard. That’s my only contribution to all this theology. Sue the bastard for walking out, how dare he.