We pride ourselves as the epitome of intelligent creation. If we are the epitome of creation, then the creator must be a miserable, incompetent monster.
There is the constant decay, corruption and death. The need for humanity to struggle for food and the attendant ugly scrambles and inequalities, the fight against diseases and sicknesses, chance and accidents, wars and all manners of cruelties, evil and madness.
Then at the end of the day, or before, whether you are a king or a pauper, you die - you are and become as dead as a dead rodent. Not worth more than a can of worms for all the vanities.
Yet we talk of hope, mercy and resurrection to eternal life or damnation. That is like damning god as a miserable attention-seeking monster, seeking glory at the expense, pain and suffering of humanity who must revere and worship it in exchange for hope.
There is something nakedly amiss in our understanding or concept/conception of things. Or god should just apologise to humanity.
In fact, there is something nakedly amiss about the nature of things itself.
And of life.
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