I pray for sentience, for consciousness: for myself, for my group. I want justice. I want consequence.
If anyone has substituted their thoughts for God’s thoughts, published them as a Bible, I want those people in hell, now, I want them not to flourish.
But even more than that I want what’s best: regardless of what I understand to be best. If my torn body is holding up the cosmos, then I don’t want my pain to cease, I only think I want my pain to cease.
I want all criminals to fail. I want kleptocracy to be beached, high and dry. Unless God has a plan where kleptocrats will suffer the worst if they run the world and keep running it. In that case, Jesus should be on the cross, should remain on the cross, and all good people should be tortured with him: the states should remain in charge, Hail, Caesar! the schools should get bonuses for lies told: the more so as the idiot teachers don’t even know they’re false. The crooked FBI lab should get all the tax dollars.
If God is a phony I want him exposed: especially if her name is really Mathilda.
If I’m wasting my time with these thoughts, if humans are incapable of consciousness, honesty, intelligence, then I pray that all my statements, writings, proposals, be burned, ignored …
Hey! By God … I got my wish!