Lucid Waking

“I would like to make an exchange.”

Originally published on April 02, 2006

            He sat down on the pew facing forward with his clasped hands resting on the back of the pew in front of him. The sun streamed through the stain-glass windows projecting multi-colored images of bible stories in the room. The lights inside were off, so the room was filled with vibrant ghostly colors of red, blue and green.
            “Excuse, me, God,” he said looking up, “I’d like to make an exchange. Hey now, the damage isn’t entirely my fault. It’s just that the harder I try to fix it, someone else will come and make it worse than before. I think we need a new one, something that won’t be so hard to mess up. Don’t get me wrong, I love the design and all the colors, but it’s everything else about it. I don’t see why you had to include humans at all. Yes, that would mean I’d be gone, too. But I don’t really care. I’ve seen the kind of details that have been coming and I know what will happen to this if you do fix it. You’ll throw it away and give us a new one, destroy it just like that. But see, I don’t think you should. I think you should start another master race of humans who love the environment and put them on another earth. I never said it wouldn’t be work; I just think you should make more of these, you know, back up. Oh, and while your at it, it might be a good idea to come up with something to get rid of all this damage. The clichéd dues ex machina. I don’t know, might be more work than it seems.” He paused for a minute and looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry you won’t accept it now, but think about it, ok? Just because it’s damaged, doesn’t mean you can’t fix it and sell it to someone else. But, thanks for hearing me out.”
            He got up from the pews and walked out to the parking lot. Thunder rumbled, and he looked up just as it started to hail.

“Not much between despair and ecstasy”

“I would like to make an exchange.”