Everything

Everything

God is an outstretched hand, upon which rests answers. Man is a gray thing with one eye that comes scurrying along, writhing its tentacles in anticipation and awe. It plucks answers out of God's hand selfishly, and what it's left with is nothing of its own knowledge. Away from God Man stumbles, a question now shivering in its grasp. The poor, innocent, misunderstood thing that was generously offered is then tortured without boundary. It is turned every way, slapped, shaken, peeled, stared at and criticized, poked, stabbed, squeezed and wrung and beaten, disfigured until it is what Man wants it to be--an answer of its own. Then, disappointed with the lack of wisdom, Man throws the waste on the ground and tramples it beneath its numerous squirming feet. Back to God Man scurries, begging for that which it receives but doesn't understand.