You've just had a really really shitty week. You're all out of sorts, because your favorite angel finally realized that everything isn't peachy being the second banana in heaven and he's gone into business for himself downtown.

Well, you're God, and you're omnipotent, why don't you just blast ole Lucifer to nothingness and bring in a new boy to train? That would be too easy.

Instead of going the easy route, you make man and take out your frustrations out on him. Being a God, you could make him in anyway you wish . You could make him angelic; a creature of eternal light, life, and happiness ... or ... you can make him durable enough so that he'll barely survive at the core of an active star, leaving him just enough sensitivity to pain that he'll scream through an eternity of having his every atom being seared with atomic fire. Hell, if you're mad enough, that's a pretty good start.

Alas, if you go that route, man isn't going to be anything but a mindless body in unending torment. He'll know nothing else, so he'll eventual develope a certain amount of immunity to the pain. So you get more devious.

You make man a fairly efficient organic machine that has the potential for not only pain, but pleasure, joy, sorrow, the whole bit and you let that machine know it's full potential early, say at the age of sixteen or so. You give it just enough will power and abilities to hold its own for a few years after that. Oh, even in the early years you get a few kicks by letting the machinery be defective in a few models. Such things as birth deformaties, leukemia, congenital syphilus, and other such surprises.

Those amuse you, but you get your real jollies from the functioning models. You let them go their merry way, knowing the joy of being able to run five miles and to feel muscles on muscles working beautifully, the heart pumping and the lungs drinking in pure air. You build in an appreciation of things like clear water on the skin. You fix it so tears of happiness can pour because of a lovely strain of music or the perfection in a spring blossom.

You encourage that body to strive against all obstacles, run a mile in less than four minutes, throw a football with ACCURACY for 75 yards, do feats of balance, teach the muscles to dance or sing or play an instrument or write books. THEN ... (and this is where the REAL fun starts) You remind the body that it's only on temporary loan!

You hit it with a slowdown of reaction time at about age thirty-five or forty. You add aches and pains gradually. You let a few calcium deposits form on the joints. You let the muscle tissue sag instead of snap. You make the bones become brittle so that they snap like pretzels and you dim the eyes. You give one reminder after another that it's only a matter of time. You give it all then you take it away with agonizing slowness.

Of course, any sensible organism, knowing life & loving it, knowing death was the only reward, would go stark raving mad! So you give man the disbelief of his own immortality. You give them the belief that they'll live forever, or at least until a hundred. Let them think they'll have the stomach to delight in a rare steak at age 80 or have the ability to pleasure a woman at age 90. You let them fool themselves that death isn't for them even though it stares them in the face from birth.

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