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Deus Inspiratori


          “I flooded the place, I knocked down your tower—that last one
        was part of the plan, I may now reveal. It wasn’t simply that your
        ancestors ignored warnings that certain gross infractions were bound
        to incur my wrath.”
          Thus  Monogod  addressed  the  leaders  of  the  two-and-seventy
        jarring  sects.  It  had  arrayed  them  on  the  inside  of  a  dull  brown
        sphere, like gnats imprisoned in a flypaper balloon, for a rousing pep
        talk. To emphasize their lowly and identical status, all were garbed in
        haircloth  jumpsuits.  Each  heard  Monogod  in  his  or  her  native
        tongue, as they would understand each other should any of them dare
        to speak.
          “Of course, the whole grand scheme wouldn’t have occurred to me
        had your ancestors decided to dig downward instead of build upward.
        Much more instructive to discover the inferno beneath your feet than
        hope  for  an  elevator  ride  to  the  climate-controlled  heavens.  You-
        Know-Who down there wouldn’t have stopped you, either: quite the
        contrary. But I digress.”
          Monogod’s audience, captivated by the profundity of the occasion
        if not by its compulsion, hung on every word. This was the real thing,
        a vision verifiable by its sheer incredibility. Who could make up stuff
        like this?
          “All of you understand, or at minimum are content to promote,
        the idea that unfathomable mystery resides in me. Paradox abounds,
        ever  present  to  entrap  the  skeptical  in  reflexive  assumptions  and
        conclusions.  Yea,  I  fashioned  you  to  chase  your  tails,  and  then
        removed them; still you run around in circles. Only you self-anointed
        panjandrums can withstand the contradictions of the highest wisdom.
        And so you do not question my actions, sublimating your doubt into
        sermons and homilies proving my good intentions and meting out of
        justice on earth and elsewhere.”
          And many, among that flock of shepherds, nodded sagely, mentally
        spinning  their  vestiges  of  a  caudal  extremity  into  aerodynamically
        efficient generators of renewed thrust and uplift. If they could only
        remember a few key words upon waking from this beautiful dream!
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