A Little Talk With A Big Guy

Me: Why is life so hard? Why is there so much pain? Why is everything worthwhile so difficult?

God: It has to be difficult, that's how you grow. With nothing solid to push against, how could you move forward? Or perhaps it's just that life exists at the point of tension between two dynamically opposed universal forces, pressing and tearing at you as you move through time. Yeah, how's that one sound?

Me: But why?

God: Why why why. Always with humans it's "why." And yet any child can tell you the answer is "because!" Not that there's a problem with you asking, of course, but in torturing yourselves searching for an answer that you assume exists! What would you have me say? Your words, as labels of distinguished parts--defined by their distinctions--are by their very nature wholly insufficient to answer such a fundamental question as "why?" You might as well ask "how," or "when" or "what" or "who," because they all lead to the same place: This! This very thing which predates all social or individual recollection and is the arena f all lesser lives. This! Everything that is or has been or will be, everything capable of being conceived by vibrant hearts or broken minds, the substrates of all creation. Why? Why!?! Because! Because what else is there!?!

Me: That's not very satisfying.

God: Just try not to masturbate so much and be nice to your parents. Everything is already complete. Everything is fine.