Hey God. Godster. Godamundo. God-a-rama. The Godmeister, makin’ copies.
Your devoted servant, BQB here. I know you can hear me even if I don’t post my thoughts on a website that only has 3.5 readers.
Listen, I don’t mean to tell you how to do your business here. You don’t come to my work and slap the pizza out of my mouth, so I don’t go to your crib and tell you how to supervise the angels and so forth.
But check it. If you’ve got a suggestion box lying around, I’d like to pop one in there and you can take it or leave it.
You know old people get older, and older, and even older?
Right, and do you know how people start out in life looking like happy young people and by the end they all look like the Crypt Keeper?
Thought: What if, and follow me on this one, what if:
A) everyone gets a standard 100 years. No more worrying when you’re going to die, when it will happen, will it happen too early, will I leave my loved ones too soon? No more young people getting into freak accidents that cut their lives short. No more old people suffering through their last years in the hospital, having surgery after surgery with all sorts of machines hooked up to them.
100 years. That’s it. Everyone knows up front that 100 years after their birth date, whammo! That’s all she wrote.
B) What if, and again, hear me out, no one had to get physically old? Again, no diseases or health problems or gray hair or baldness or people ending up with hair growing out of their ears and hobbling around with hunchbacks while leaning on their canes?
How about everyone stops aging at, say, 25 and then we all keep looking like when did when were 25 until we’re 100 and then bam, we just drop.
And as a reminder, when we drop, that’s it, we drop. No agony. No pain. No extended hospital stays. Everyone just throws a big ass party on their last day and when their last second is up, they just switch off like a powered down robot someone just flipped the button to off on.
I know, human suffering makes us all the more stronger for whatever you have planned for us in the afterlife but if you think about it, you’ve already given us this great world and this great gift of life and the idea, the very idea that one day we’ll have to give this all up…doesn’t that hurt enough?
Is it really necessary for us to all end up looking like Abe Vigoda? Is it all really necessary for us to get cancer, or heart complications, or syphilis or the clap or have our heads knocked in by one of your less virtuous creations who is convinced he needs our money more than we do?
Just let us stay young for 100 years…then switch us off. No muss. No fuss.
Like I said, God, just a thought. It’s in the suggestion box. You like it? You run with it. Don’t like it. It’s your call, boss. It’s your call.
Keep being you, G-Man. Keep being you.
BQB, Your Ever So Pious Servant, Educating the 3.5 Heathens who Frequent this Fine Blog Sicne 2014.