To everything there is a ‘God’… to the spider beneath my heel, I am it’s God. Yet I do not speak it’s language, do not write a book of rules for it to live by and do not demand its dedication or worship. I simply create an environment for it to exist and decide when its existence shall end.
I don’t see spiders killing one and other in my name or disputing my existence. Sometimes I don’t exist to them, then un-announced I enter their world and crush them… or not. The spiders exist happily, having never known of my existence, though some fall fowl of my wrath.
Such is life, get over it and get on with it!
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