Hmm, interesting. Let me process. It's not that I don't believe you... But believing you doesn't come naturally.

It must be a hard wrap, being God. There's this delicate balance to keep. I guess it's like being a teacher. You want things to end up well, but you've placed the ball in their court. Independence is bittersweet.

Does it enrage you, seeing choices be made? Can you find ways, like the rest of us do, to look away from the violence, the narcissism, the cruelty?

If there's a reason for all this, I'd like to know.