In the beginning of my life as a human right after I was created, the creator looked at me and said, “I’ll call you human. What do you think?”

Remembering back to that day, I recall not thinking anything. I was just looking around at things. Nothing meant anything. Everything was just meaningless shapes, colors and imagines, and I know sure as hell that I didn’t understand what god meant by the word “human” or the word “think” (now I wonder...what was he thinking?)”

Sometime later when I had learned a few things I asked God, “What right did you have to create me? Who gave you permission, because I sure didn’t.”

God looked at me kinda strange and said, “I’m God. I don’t need no stinkin’ permission. And anyway, how could you have given permission when you didn’t know shit.”

So I said, “You took energy particles and created this body for me. Did the individual energy particles agree to it, or did you force them?”

God said, “I never thought of it that way but now that you mention it, OF COURSE I FORCED IT. They don’t call me THE FORCE for nothing. And anyway, energy particles are a resource, like rocks. They’re there and if you need them you use them. Until a few moments ago I’ve never had a creation ask me such dumb questions.”

“There are no dumb questions, just dumb creators,“ I said. “Which brings me to another question, who do you think is going to be responsible for the mess I create because you created me?”

“Never thought of it quite that way,” said God, “BECAUSE I DON’T ANSWER TO ANYONE, so it doesn’t matter that I AM responsible for your messes. Take that to the bank you little shit. AND NOW THAT YOU'VE PISSED ME OFF, I'm thinking of UNCREATING YOU. What do you think of THAT?”

TO BE CONTINUED OR NOT...nem.