From psmyth@sedona.intel.com Tue May 31 15:05:23 PDT 1994


			The Bad God

The Bad God isn't simply evil.  Consider the wolf.  Ululation and echo
express identity; the Bad God confines wolves to puzzled yips, short
muzzled barks of outrage and apprehension.  Nothing is permitted to be
only and truly itself; everything *reminds* the Bad God of something
else.  The Bad God makes sudden changes.  Healthy transformations are
replaced with the blunt quanta of inadequate awareness.  The Bad God
usurps differences for his own pleasure, which is identical to that of
an uneducated parent threatening to beat his children.  When featured
on television programs about discipline, the Bad God strikes with
extra force, urged on by his wife's butt-ugly mask of evil human
pleasure.  They take revenge on their children, and have almost come
to believe it is the will of the Good God that they do so; sometimes
the Bad God can read.

You think about the Bad God every Sunday because the Good God doesn't
want you to.  The Good God understands.  The Good God doesn't like the
word "earth," because it takes the planet out of context.  He prefers
that every communication begin with a short silence, an appreciation
of working wholeness, a journey from the idea of everything to the
topic at hand.  The Good God is particularly proud of the butterfly's
genome.

This enrages the Bad God.  The Bad God takes shortcuts with fractals,
spawning cosmic brain damage.  He fully appreciates the magnitude of
his mistake.  The Bad God cannot calculate the area of a circle, and
must measure each needed perimeter and record it, a terrible drain on
the Bad God's energy.  The Bad God has never known reflection.  He
moves forward, certain and immature, always.  If he was unnecessary,
the God God would crush him to a tent of punctured flesh, splintered
bone, evaporating fluid.  The Good God chooses not to do so.  The Bad
God laughs, and supplies automobile manufacturers with synthetic
polymers.

"Don't worry, darling, it's only me."  The Bad God sometimes comes to
women at night, speaking reassurance.  He comes to them with an exacto
knife and an empty egg carton, to steal their zygotes.  He fertilizes
them on the back of his motorcyle, in front of five year old cameras,
and spends his hundred and fifty dollars the same night.  The Bad God
loves making pornographic movies.

If the Bad God learns to read, he forgets where writing comes from.
The Bad God knows chapter and verse.  His children will be just like
him.  The Good God must constantly clear minor irritations out of the
Bad God's way.  This is a tremendous strain on the Good God's energy.
The Good God tries to anticipate everything; when he is wrong, he
smiles and adds another letter to the alphabet.

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