30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2013)
Day 6: “Haven”
“Haven is the afterlife for bad spellers.”
-Some smart-ass named KZ
KEVIN: I wish you would just give me a straight answer.
GOD: About what?
KEVIN: Well, about most things. About anything. Why does every conversation with you feel like a game of theological dodge ball?
GOD: You’d think I’d make an easy target, what with my big flowing beard and the fact that I’m twenty feet tall.
KEVIN: Why do I bother talking to you?
GOD: I suspect you’re hoping to arrive at some grand revelation.
KEVIN: Is that so much to ask for?
GOD: There are worse things you could ask of me.
KEVIN: Please just talk to me for once, and tell me something of value. Why are we here? Why were we designed to endure so much suffering? Why is it so easy for us to visit misery upon others? Why is suffering the default condition for so many people in this world?
GOD: Is there anything I could possibly say in reply that would satisfy you?
KEVIN: Just tell me the truth, and we’ll find out.
GOD: What meaning would there be left to find if I simply gave you all the answers?
KEVIN: I think we’ve all been stumbling in the dark long enough — long enough, at least, for you to stop playing coy. Why do you resist my every attempt to gain some understanding?
GOD: Your understanding is all I’ve ever wanted.
KEVIN: Do you even know the answers to the questions I’m asking?
GOD: What if one day you discovered that I didn’t have all the answers? What if it turned out that I’m only about as clueless as you are, and that the only appreciable difference between you and me is that I happen to know how to make planets and people?
KEVIN: What are you trying to say?
GOD: Nothing. I’m just talking. You wanted me to talk more, didn’t you?
KEVIN: Fine, be that way. Talk less if you must. Speak when you’re ready to tell me something worthwhile.
GOD: You see? You’re already one step closer to understanding me.
KEVIN: Sometimes I have no idea how I’m supposed to take you seriously.
GOD: Wocka wocka.
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2013)
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(Great post, KZ, I enjoyed the conversation a lot. That God is a slippery fellow. 😉 )
Thanks, Ziva. I really appreciate that. I thought briefly about referencing “42”, but I changed my mind for some reason.
“God” is definitely a slippery fellow when I write for Him. I don’t claim to know any of the universe’s sacred secrets, so I sort of enjoy finding new and inventive ways to have “God” dodge my questions.
Love this. So much I could say, but I think I’ll just laugh instead. And the graphic is perfect. Here’s your light source and oh, by the way, it causes cancer. Yes, God does seem to have a wicked sense of humor.
Thanks Jayne! I’m glad I’m not just amusing myself here. I’d like to think that the real God, whoever that might be, actually does have a wicked sense of humor. That would just make things more interesting.
Enough of the theological dodgeball. Somebody’s still got some ‘splainin’ to do!
Hey KZ! Somehow, a lot of your entries have eluded my eye. Are you a late poster or something? I’m catching up right now tho, fear not. This was gorgeous, and had I any faith, it would be exactly what I expected of The Big Man. Mind you, I did meet his doorman once, and that worked out okay. Nicely done, Sir. Indigo