No matter what I did, he would always find some fault. Eternally unsatisfied, nothing pleased him, one soured him, the other stinked. The sky? A battered wind. The sea? Very salty, very stormy. The firmament? Rough and uneven; straight lines were lost? The sun? Burns and blinds you. The moon? Pale and shapeless. The stars? Distant and uninhabited, only for the viewing. The day? Boring and repetitive. The night? Dark and cold. The flowers? The plants? Why so many cacti, bushes, weeds, nettles? Even roses, they have thorns too. The animals? Okay, some breeds seemed nice to Him, especially the sheep, maybe the fish too, but the rest? The rats, the flies, the mosquitoes, the spiders, the cockroaches, the lice, the fleas, the ticks, the bedbugs, the slugs, the dinosaurs, the hyenas, the crows? Were they useful for anything? "All of nature is a horror, one eats the other, where did you see the beauty, Father?"
Such a fool he was that, out of the many species I created, only man aroused His curiosity. Listen there, man! My greatest mistake and yet He immediately christened it the crown of Creation. Not that He really believed it, just to go against Me. But He insisted, "At least they are unpredictable, it is interesting to see how they will develop and how far they are capable of reaching." Come on, my dear, come on, come to Your senses! Well, he didn't get a clue from words. As if he didn't understand that, if I didn't take My measures in time, one of these days people would overthrow Us from the throne. He would
Even then, however, when I was forced to punish them for their disobedience, he still took their side and fought with Me. That I was supposedly too strict, a tyrant and a despot and that the poor things had not done anything so terrible that they did not deserve a second chance. "They ate an apple, never mind sin." Make a child see good; such ingratitude! Isn't it enough that he made Me useless as a Creator, to curse Me on top of that? Tell Me, what parent would tolerate his guts speaking against him like that? But it's not His fault, His mother, if she had showered them on Him when He was little, now He would not have stuck out his tongue to His own Father. And to say that I only cared about Myself? I am gone, I am old now, the Kingdom is His, since He will inherit me. Is it possible that He does not understand His own interest?
But there, over the words, the quarrel flared up, My devils also caught me, the Holy Spirit intervened in the evil one to reconcile Us. Well, since you are like this to Me, you little mule, now go near the people who are Your protectors, to see the sweetness, how nicely they will treat You and how they will welcome You. There He went, a cold sweat bathed Him, You started crying to Me, "I am passing this cup from Me," and something like that melodramatically, lest it overwhelm Me. Ah, this time Yours is not going to pass, My pampered one! Don't complain at all, you little rascal, you wanted it and you got it! Well, he's my son, I won't leave him like this, three days of punishment, just enough for him to learn his lesson and then I'll resurrect him and bring him back again. I hope he'll have come to his senses by then, especially when he feels in his own skin what a crooked thing man is made of.
But how did I make such a mistake? I still wonder...
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