More interesting to me than the possibility of God is that we have conceived of the possibility. “We did not make the universe,” standard religious thinking goes, “therefore someone else did” — someone like us, but who possesses the power to do what we can only dream of doing — someone absolute, who is subject to no greater law — someone who is the law — someone who existed before anything or anyone else existed — someone, moreover, who felt the need to create, just as we feel the need to create. In essence, God is who we wish we were.

So far, no great artist has depicted the All Powerful sitting on a rock, clipping His toenails. But it’s time someone did.

Have you ever noticed how God’s creative impulse is commonly spoken of in the past tense? And yet, how could someone of His stature be satisfied with a mere universe? Was Dostoevsky satisfied with Crime and Punishment? Did James Joyce call it quits after he finished Ulysses?

Instead, we think of God as a Master Recycler: He maketh the rain to fall and the flowers to grow, but where is His next Leaves of Grass?

But God already made everything, you fool.

Oh, did He, now? Everything you see, perhaps, and everything you can imagine. But does that mean He is not busy working on some other universe, in some other plane, in some other inexhaustible moment?


Yes, Mom?

Where have you been? You should have been home eons ago.

Sorry, Mom. I was playing. Wanna see what I made?

Fine, Junior. But if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you an infinite number of times — when you make a mess, you have to clean it up. Shsh, now. Here comes your father. It looks like he’s in a bad mood.

Jesus — everything went wrong today. Junior? Where are my slippers?

Next to the foot stool I made you —

Which the Old Man giveth a savage kick, causing San Francisco to crumble and perish in a great fire.

Also by William Michaelian

Winter Poems

ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4
52 pages. Paper.
Another Song I Know
ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1
80 pages. Paper.
Cosmopsis Books
San Francisco

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