"Where the gods write what they write
'The God of revealed religions--and by this I mean religions like yours, Taker religions--is a profoundly inarticulate God. No matter how many times he tries, he can't make himself clearly or completely understood. He speaks for centuries to the Jews but fails to make himself understood. At last he sends his only-begotten son, and his son can't seem to do any better. Jesus might have sat himself down with a scribe and dictated the answers to every conceivable theological question in absolutely unequivocal terms, but he chose not to, leaving subsequent generations to settle what Jesus had in mind with pogroms, purges, persecutions, wars, the burning stake, and the rack. Having failed through Jesus, God next tried to make himself understood through Muhammad, with limited success, as always. After a thousand years of silence he tried again with Joseph Smith, with no better results. Averaging it out, all God has been able to tell us for sure is that we should do unto others as we'd have them do unto us. What's that--a dozen words? Not much to show for five thousands years of work, and we probably could have figured out that much for ourselves anyway. To be honest, I'd be embarrassed to be associated with a god as incompetent as that."
"Your gods have done better?"
"Good heavens, yes, Jared. Immeasurably better--infinitely better! Just look out there!" She waved her hand at the world in front of us. "What do you see?"
"I see the universe."
"That's it, Jared. That's where the real gods of the universe write what they write. Your God writes in words. The gods I'm talking about write in galaxies and star systems and planets and oceans and forests and whales and birds and gnats." "