Unravelling the Mind of God

You will certainly be overwhelmed by this uninterrupted communicative current of people asking, begging, proposing, attacking, calling back, scolding, complaining, remembering… I really don't know how you can manage all this blah blah blah. I do not think, therefore, that this post, on this unknown virtual space, in a small country called Italy, in a place called Europe, on one of the millions and millions of planets from which the universe is formed, will be able to fall under your eyes. My illusion will be as illusory as the possibility that such a thing could happen...

Yet, I try, because trying is the essence of living. Try saying what you think to someone you don't know. Tell me one thing, one thing: why did you need to create Man? For love? out of anger? out of envy? as a challenge? for company?… Do you realize that you have created a great colorful and Babelic mess? What's the use of all this? Someone says that everything must remain a mystery. Mystery of the Faith. But you are not loyal in this way, because first you created me small and inferior, then you abandon me, then threaten me with the worst, then you makes me hope, then you torment me, then…

I don't mean anything else. I know you won't answer me, you won't be able to, you won't want to. And I will continue to feel screwed. Be that as it may, I told you my thoughts. Do what you think with it. Meanwhile, I read this book that the author wrote believing he could read your mind. We will see if, in the end, I will know more about what I have told you.

I have finished reading the book. As I expected, I know less than before ...