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i came up with a theory about God that seemed interesting to me while i was eating peanut butter and apple slices.
art comes from struggle and imperfection. God cannot create art because their is no struggle or imperfection within Him. He would probably draw a perfect circle in the sky, design a complex, efficient, but relatively boring nervous system, intestinal system, etc... a life without art, of course, is terribly boring. so He creates imperfect beings, rather, beings unable to reach perfection, lacking the simple skill of understanding our function and place in the universe, so that we, through our imperfections, frustrations, misunderstandings, may create art. and through this, He is thoroughly entertained, and all is right with the universe.
now my stomach hurts, because i ate too many apples with peanut butter on them.
my theory is probably not original, but i do not know a term for it. it reminds me of a theory i read in The Book of Lies that claims beings from other planets and dimensions only pay attention to us humans, though we are completely inferior to them, because of the music we make. it is enthralling to them.
art comes from struggle and imperfection. God cannot create art because their is no struggle or imperfection within Him. He would probably draw a perfect circle in the sky, design a complex, efficient, but relatively boring nervous system, intestinal system, etc... a life without art, of course, is terribly boring. so He creates imperfect beings, rather, beings unable to reach perfection, lacking the simple skill of understanding our function and place in the universe, so that we, through our imperfections, frustrations, misunderstandings, may create art. and through this, He is thoroughly entertained, and all is right with the universe.
now my stomach hurts, because i ate too many apples with peanut butter on them.
my theory is probably not original, but i do not know a term for it. it reminds me of a theory i read in The Book of Lies that claims beings from other planets and dimensions only pay attention to us humans, though we are completely inferior to them, because of the music we make. it is enthralling to them.