Certainly not a god who doesn't exist. But The God who does exist knows you better than you'll ever be honest or intelligent enough to know yourself. Moreover, He wrote a book about you. It explains everything about you that even you cannot come to grips with, "Professor X."
Paraphrasing Jodi Foster as FBI Agent Starling speaking to the character of Hannibal Lechter in the epic thriller, "The Silence Of The Lambs," "Do you have the guts to turn that brilliant deductive insight you have into others aound, and do an honest evaluation of what makes you tick?"
These armchair psychologists who waste their and our time proferring self-congratulatory dignoses of those around them because it is far more convenient and comfortable than it would be to examine, and diagnose, themselves... leave me less than impressed. Anybody can concoct such a fable and deliver it in the hushed tones which imply that it is something to be revered and cherished by those blessed enough to be chosen by this narrator to receive his precious gift.
Excuse me while I puke. Absent an acknowledgment of the God who created you for an actual purpose, your life is wasted garbage. Your opinions and insights fecal. Go bother someone else... maybe they'll throw a quarter in your tin cup, as they might for any other performing monkey.
"Professor X."
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