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Sometimes she wonders if God finds his work fulfilling.
Is it what He loves?
Is it a hobby?
Is it the celestial version of a nine to five job?
Does He hate it?
The point is, she wonders.
If so many of us believe in Him, does that mean He exists, even if only in our minds?
If so few of us believe in Him, does that mean we no longer exist as His creation, in His mind?
The point is, she wonders.
If life is so trivial, does that mean her sins are too?
If sins are so numerous, are we meant to live at all?
The point is, she wonders.
If no one is perfect, why would hell exist?
If human existence is wrought with emotion and acts of passion, what is death wrought with?
The point is, she wonders.
If suicide is a sin, why would He make people so capable of hatred?
Isn't this creation supposed to be perfect?
The point is, she wonders.
If this is all we are, does that mean that this is what God deems perfect? A world containing hatred, greed, poverty and pungent emotions.
Does He see the hatred and fear? Or does He just see people, the creation He loves, standing for their rights and beliefs, their lives, their hopes and dreams.
The point is, she wonders.
Would God hate that his creations fight and feed fear of one another?
Would He hate that His creation took so needlessly?
The point is, she wonders.
Does God love us?
Does God love religion?
The point is, she wonders.
If everything is supposed to die, does that mean that God is dead?
Will God ever find his utopia?
Does God want this responsibility anymore?
She laughs, because what's the point in wondering.
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Short StoryA collection of short stories, ranging in lengths between 100 words and 1000 words, although mine are usually 200 words long. Various genres from different prompts included. (False Advertising on the cover, I know.) Mature themes and language It's b...
