von mir aus, aber dann soll er gefälligst mal sich selbst im spiegel betrachten und DANN erst auf andere losgehen, und solang er das nicht auf die reihe kriegt besteht kein bedarf dass er hier den weltverbesserer spielt...soll er doch sein aufmerksamkeitsdefizit woanders ausleben, aber das hier nervt einfach nur
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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.
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