God: If I repaired this, would you stay? (To use it).
Me: Yes, I would.
God: (silence, to denote waiting, deliberation)
and this goes through my mind:
Maybe God won't repair this, because if it were in a wonderful working condition like never before, then I would be still here to use it. Maybe the ends of this working of things, is to get rid of me. Replace with a newer, better body part.
But if I take that downward spiralling thought route, there would be no end to it, no God in it eventually either.
God: (silence) No, I won't repair it Elaine.
(smoke enshrouds Him, silence resumes)
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