God doesn't prove himself!
September 24, 2013
Every
time I met him, he has been rude to me.
Yesterday
I ran in to him in the lift. When I argued with him, the God Said, 'I am not
going to prove I exist.'
When I
Provoked him with my 'why not?s', he justified saying, ‘The proof of my existence
is necessary when you don’t believe, but without belief, I cannot exists. You
see, if I prove myself I exist, I cease to exist. If you believe I do, I don’t
need to. '
'You are
crazy, and clever, and that is just a paradox you are playing on me,' I said.
'My
point,' he said.
'That was
my point!'
'Exactly!'
and he left in a hurry without justifying himself, leaving me clueless, while
other men poured in lift.
They must
be freaked out at my audacity to argue with the God as all of them gave me a weird
look.
'What?' I
said raising my eyebrows, rolling my eyeballs and then blinking my eyes.
'Seriously?'
all of them said at once. I kept quiet.
When I
got out of the lift, I ran in to him again.
'Now you
are playing tricks?'
'I exist,
if you don’t prove I exist. But you would be named crazy if you try to prove I
do,' he said and blinked at me before vanishing quickly.
All the
men coming out of the lift kept checking my face for I stood in their way out.
'Seriously?'
everybody said at once.
'What?'
'Are you
crazy? Talking to yourself, aint you?' the man behind me said. It was him
again.
'That is
not fair,' I shouted as I turned to look at him.
Instead I
came face to face with a pretty lady.
'Oh,
excuse me, I, um, I,' I tried to justify that although it may sound true, in no
way I am crazy.
'Talking
to ourselves, are we?'
'No, I,
I, was talking to…the God,' I tried to explain but felt my response unnecessary.
'You
think you are God? That is so rude,' she squirmed.
'No, I
mean, I was just talking to myself.'
'Really?
were you?' she said as a wry smile spread across her beautiful lips. She winked
at me and then then left.
'You are
crazy!!'
'I know,'
she said.
‘I hate
you!’