The Alien and the Human
There once was an alien who tried to convince a human he was real. He did this with telepathy, to which humans not-so-kindly refer to as schizophrenia. At first the human was sad, because he really thought he had an illness, for which there was no cure.
Lithium was his elixir.
But everyday the alien patiently bugged him, reminding him he was still there. But not without torturing the human and reminding him that sometimes just because an alien can see all doesn’t make that alien any more special than the human.
And so the human went about his lonely existence, cursing the heavens and the stars, never to find no avail.
He got on government assistance, quit taking the meds, gained 30 lbs, began dreaming up career after career, only to realize now matter how real the alien was, the alien was never there.
To which we must ask, why bother?
Moral: If God is real folks, why doesn’t he show himself. To make life better with the click of a finger, only to torment with a voice, is rather shallow and stupid.
But at the end of the day, the human finally chose suicide. Rather to know thy creator, than to stare into an abyss.