....
“So,
there’s no connection between you and say, the Bible?” God laughed.
“Tell
me Guido, who wrote that book? Did I?”
“Well…”
“I’m sure it would be
a better read if I’d written it.” God picked up Guido’s form again. “It would
have more jokes in it, for a start..."....
...“Looking
at this form of yours, I wouldn’t call you bad. I’d call you…dull, sad even.”
“Dull? Sad?”
“Yes,
Guido. You see, there’s something special about the time you can spend in the
physical universe, there are natural ‘points’ in your allowed time where you
can experience certain aspects of life to some degree, perhaps even to the
full, with opportunities to expand your understanding and knowledge of both the
positive and negative things in life, like love, laughter, success, hate, envy,
abandonment, failure, to name but a few.” God looked at Guido’s shape and form,
unchanged since dying. ”It seems you missed out on every single one of these.
That takes talent, and some effort. You’ve experienced everything, of course,
it would be impossible not to, but you seem to have miraculously experienced
them all to the least.”
“When you say it like
that, I feel such a loser.”
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