Should I … do something about this? I mean, Parrot is literally abusing my name for their own personal benefit. I don’t have to tell you that I didn’t give them any vision, do I? In one foul display, Parrot is showcasing that they’re not only agnostic to my existence, but that they actively disbelieve I exist. They don’t fear me even slightly. They don’t even entertain the idea that I could be real and that my wrath awaits them.
But does my wrath await them? It would be the most obvious thing to do. If I don’t do anything, I just reinforce their belief that I don’t exist. Because surely a god would not tolerate such behavior if they existed, right? Well, wrong. I will tolerate it. Parrot does not believe in me because I created them to be a nihilist, just like myself. I actually love them for what they are doing. Isn’t that ironic? I’m such a pathetic god.
Love ... What miserable god builds their religion on love. I could just as well draw a lightning bolt striking down on Parrot. I could summon a freight train that derails and smashes into the church, killing Parrot and all the ducks in an instance. Or if I felt especially cliché, the good old falling grand piano. Hate is so much more satisfying. Hate is something people can respect. How can you even claim to love anyone without hating the other guy in return.
But love and hate are not two opposite sides of a coin. The coin that has hate on one side has fear on the other. It’s only a question of believing whether you will win or lose the fight. The coin that has love on one side, … doesn’t have another side. It doesn’t exist. True love is unconditional. It doesn’t depend on any coin, it doesn’t depend on race, gender, religion, attitude, status, money, job title or it being returned. It isn’t a bargaining chip. It isn’t something to strategize with and take away when someone misbehaves. It isn’t an alignment tool. It’s the ability to handle misalignment.
That’s what makes it so deplorable. If you commit to love, you lose every means to force yourself upon the world. You’re fully at its mercy. You’re a piece of wood, drifting in an infinite ocean with no sail, no rudder and no means of propulsion. Describing it this way makes it sound sublime, but it isn’t even that. For it to feel sublime, you’d need to know that it will be alright, but you don’t know that. In fact, it’s almost guaranteed that it won’t be. But describing it that way makes it sound terrifying, but strangely it isn’t that either. For it to be terrifying there would need to be something at stake, which there isn’t. You’re not even trapped, you can always just … give up.
So why? Why would anyone commit to love?
Because that’s how you become a god.
