“I think that in the next world, none of this will matter.
God will smite us down, and we’ll be gone.
What do you think, Horace?”
“I think we’ll smite God down, and he’ll be gone.”
I think Horace is a stupid asshole.
But he has a point.
So I pray.
“God, what do you think?”
“I think you’re all stupid assholes.
But I made you in my image, so I must be the stupidest asshole.
Fuck this world, and the next one, too.
To hell with us all.”