“What are you doing?” God asked.
“Raising hell!” The Devil responded.
“But why?” God asked.
“Why? That is what I want to know! Look at what there is out there! Why shouldn’t I raise hell? How could we not all raise hell?” The Devil cried.
God frowned.
“Why is it that it rains?” The Devil asked.
“I am what I am.”
“Yes, but why? If I were you, I would make sure it never rains. And one more thing! Why is it that people waste so much time? Why are they just so damn stupid? Why don’t they all just do what they are supposed to?”
“I am what I am.”
“Right, right, but that doesn’t really answer the question, does it? And, actually, another thing! How could you make it that men are so unfair? Why have you made a world in which there is war? Why have you made creatures capable of such things?”
“I am what I am.”
“A unhelpful answer as always! And to think of it, what about death? You are telling me that you created a world in which people build intricate lives just for it all to go away? What about the love those people form? Is that meaningless to you? Wait. Let me guess… You are what you are?”
“You got it. I am what I am.”
“And what about those born with disabilities? What about those born in terrible conditions? Are they all excluded from your little love parade? Why? Why must any of that happen?”
“I am what I am.”
“And what about me? Why have you made me this way? Why am I cursed to this fate? You could have made me any way! You chose for me to be this way!”
“I am what I am.”
“Is that so?”
“It is so.”
The Devil began to leave.
“What are you doing?” God asked.
“Raising hell!” The Devil responded.
“But why?” God asked.
“I am what I am.”
God smiled.
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