Gullible creatures.

Physical life. Sooner or later. Involves struggle. Pain. Discomfort. I don't want that. Makes me wonder. If the creator himself. Endures pain and discomfort. Maybe mental anguish. Over the shortcomings of his creation.  Don't know what I'd do in his role.  Might get on with other things. And not let it bother me. And accept the fact that I'm an imperfect creator.   Even though some of my gullible creatures think I'm god almighty.  The all-knowing, perfect one. --Jim Broede