My god is a mean motherfucker. He's not one to care about your daily toils. If you can't work out your own little problems, that's even more reason for him to not tinker with things. After all, they're mostly your own fault anyway. You don't deserve his help, is the way he figures.

The god I live with prefers a hands-off relationship with his subjects. He's not unkind, but he's also not given to displays of emotion. If I ever meet him--if he ever grants me an audience, that is--I won't expect a hug. Maybe a handshake would be in order, but certainly not a hug.

He won't cry when one of his people is sad. But again: He's not unkind. And he's not dispassionate. On the contrary, he's built of passions. Defined by them. Passion is what he respects. He admires men of action. (And it goes without saying that he favors gender neutrality, but still enjoys using the masculine form in instances of ambiguous reference. It's more classy.) Even unlikely men, those considered despicable by the average person, might gain his favor by simply acting upon their passions.

It's a subtle point that falls on mostly deaf ears: There are certain people in this world whose actions may be wholly inappropriate and likely to cause them to, ultimately, fall into disfavor with my god, but they might still be admired for taking action, if not for the nature of that action. I won't belabor the point by illustrating any examples. If you can't draw your own conclusions, then you're precisely the kind of person my deity disregards.

The devil is indecision. My god despises the ambiguity of inaction. Or, to be more precise, inaction brought about by ambiguity. Now, one's emotions need not always be explicit, nor even specific. But one must never allow one's self to be a constant companion to vaguery. That's why men of action are to be admired for their capacity to realize their emotions, if naught else. That's how the whole serial killer trend was created: Those early observers of murderous impulses and processes were beguiled by the capacity for action, not for any precept of misanthropy or misogyny. It's all about the action.

Well, that's not altogether true. It's also about the consequences of one's actions. To ignore the consequences is not an indication of power, as some might lead you to believe. True power--and, hence, those truly empowered--comes from the ability to act in accordance with the consequences, not in spite of the consequences. The truly frightening man, in terms of professional, personal and emotional power, seemingly acts without regard for the conditions which will follow. But if he is truly a man of action, he will be quite aware of those consequences, and will already be prepared to take further actions which are appropriate and necessary.

My god laughs at self-described haters. They, he feels, are most often the people who seek and need the approval of the masses they profess to hate. True haters care so little that they'd never even give enough thought to ever attach a tag to themselves. Else, they would get caught up in the decision process which precedes all action. Without regard for the judgment of his peers, the powerful man becomes capable of action. And with that, he gains the favor of my god. None of this is absolute, of course. One can very honestly consider the judgment and welfare of others without becoming crippled by the consideration. (See, my god is not terribly fond of polarized regulations. For instance, he once remarked to a friend of a friend that "dichotomous rules and regulations handed down to supplicant masses by religious institutions are nothing more than crutches for those people unable to make up their own fucking minds." (And yes, he does curse. He knows--and this is no joke--that few things are more satisfying than a well-placed cuss to convey gravity. Or to convey comedy, depending on the motive.))

We've no need for his guidance. Nor his punishment. That's why so few people really understand him. If he grants you favor, you'll know it. If he ignores you, then don't worry about it. He ignores most of us. Go about your life. Act as you wish, but always consider the consequence of your action as related to the larger whole. Sure, you can continue to worship at the altar and confess in the closet. Feel free to march in solidarity with your like humans, or feel free to gut your wife with a butcher knife. Likely, my god won't even raise an eyebrow.

More importantly, though, if you keep your mouth shut about the stupid, obviously provocative flashpoints in life and, instead, actively work toward what you know--or even suspect--to be your true destiny, then perhaps he'll smile upon you. And when he does, as I noted above, you'll know it.

But don't expect an easy ride. For with his favor comes the frustration of ambition, the agony of knowing that life holds more than what you've already seen. There is more. And, in all likelihood--the easy money says so, in fact--you'll never even sample the smallest bit of it. Ever.

You have no fucking idea what people like me are capable of. No idea at all.