There must be only one true Godhead, and that is lies.
For why else would we worship lies with such desperate fervor?
The time of Miracles is past; surely we believe in them no longer. So miraculous indifference is the closest we can come to the Divine.
Who hates the Divine as much as we do?
I know you, Gil. I know you, Andy. And what do I hope, day upon day?
That you truly believe your own lies.
If there is a God, God hates you, I think. If there is no God, there is a Satan, and you are his children.
This is fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living, dead, or deserving of one or both options, is purely coincidental.