I have a problem with the concept of a god,
but mostly because I lack that kind of creativity.
in your version of the beginning,
the earth was formed by a creator.
when he got bored by himself,
he created man and animals and plants,
night and day and land and seas.
he imagined good and evil,
virtue and sin,
right and wrong,
faith and free will.
When I am bored I merely
create letters in ink,
or lines in the sand,
or shadow figures against walls.
it’s a shame your creator
spent more time worrying about sin
and how to absolve it
than he did on sharing his imagination.
we’re all better people when we imagine things, I think.
it’s the only way to remind ourselves not to take life so seriously.