Who am I? Who is God? Who does God answer to?
Brief glimpses of the answers sometimes appear, but they are quickly whisked away. But occasionally some remnants of the Truth lingers, only to be manipulated by my dissatisfied ego. I suspect that the thinker in my head is a deceiver, as he is almost always plotting to satisfy his never-ending list of unattainable desires. And he thinks in English, so obviously he can't be trusted. Surely, the secrets of the Universe can not be told by the grunts and groans of some super-apeman's voice box.
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