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Lightfoot

        to say the people there have any better record of behaving. I speak
        thousands of languages.”
          Lightfoot desperately wanted to cover his ears against what he was
        hearing.  Of  course,  he  wasn’t  really  hearing  it,  and  his  ears  were
        elsewhere,  under  the  tender  care  of  some  low-budget  embalmers
        hired by his church.
          “I  need  someone  to  pray  with  me!”  he  cries.  “Together  we  can
        defeat this agent of Satan!”
          “You are in for an awful disappointment,” I inform him. “Deities
        aren’t  there  to  process  your  requests,  like  a  radio  disc  jockey.  It’s
        power you want, and if you can’t have it you’ll imagine you can curry
        favor with those who do. Again, people want it both ways: to control
        their gods with prayers or curses, offerings, black and white magic,
        special  pleading—at  the  same  time  abasing  themselves  before
        implacable  and  inexplicable  forces.  That’s  the  crude  version  of  an
        intelligent being, Lightfoot: it can think, but won’t.”
          “We can recognize divinity.”
          Was I talking to myself? I suppose if these willfully obtuse types
        didn’t irritate me so much, I wouldn’t have been given this job. The
        Angel of Darkness doesn’t want any of us to enjoy our work very
        much; Hell is Hell for all involved. Sometimes I think I’d be much
        happier running Five Rivers of Hell cruises for imps and demons on
        vacation.  You’d  probably  rather  be  ripping  and  shredding  sinners
        instead  of  chasing  them  without  ever  catching  any;  you’re  like  a
        greyhound  racing  after  a  metal  rabbit  on  a  track.  Well,  if  it’s  any
        satisfaction  to you, animal mistreaters  and wanton carnivores  get a
        strong dose of their own medicine down there.
          “That’s  a  lot  of  fudge,”  I  tell  him.  “Apart  from  fallacies  of
        anthropomorphization,  reification,  idealization,  valorization,  and
        teleofication, you metaphysical dualists are endlessly projecting your
        own bad behavior and illogical ideas on the rest of the cosmos. Your
        deity was betrayed, mocked, tortured and crucified? You create the
        Inquisition.  Did  the  Devil  make  you  do  that?  Your  belief  in
        transubstantiation  seamlessly  shifts  to  promoting  blood  libel,
        vampirism and ghouls. Mental illness becomes in your mind demonic
        possession. Repressed urges for you is proof of original sin. Divine
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