God has died. A long time back. Either that or he has abandoned his playthings. Whichever it is, one thing is certain. He is gone. He doesn’t exist. Or worse, he never existed.
And like abandoned toys, with no one to referee, we crash around… fighting, grabbing, killing, pillaging, taking, pushing… no balance… out of control…
… and it looks like he doesn’t care. We are after all broken toys, no more interesting, engaging or entertaining. To be discarded and forgotten.