You call me god? Really? How quaint.
Infinite not-caringness
Behind it all was a god who did not care. Any being could visit HIS world and do whatever they wished but do not bother calling HIM. HE is not interested. HE will not hear you. HE built this interesting reality and now HE is only interested in watching it unfold.
Meanwhile all of the little ‘intelligent’ beings were racing around the planet destroying, building, consuming and over-populating. They are always unsure about themselves and are insecure about everything, not only that, they think it is okay to always tell lies.

They had all forgotten that they they were also infinite beings and were just here on a different-reality holiday. HE had written this forgetfulness into their coding, or DNA as the little beings liked to call it. HE has a sense of humour.
They were forever calling HIM to ask for help and special favours. They had hundreds of different names for him, your wonderfulness, his bright-shininess, Lady sparkle on my head… on and on.
If you were to detach yourself and really listen, you would have laughed at some of the names… her mind-numbiness and his full-brained-knowningness being a couple of them.
Meanwhile HE did not listen and He did not give a damn.



















