That's Pat!

I have a great many questions today.

(For the purposes of arbitrarily avoiding the use of the word "god" or, as I say it, "dog", I'm going to instead substitute the non-gender-specific appellation "Pat" in the following rant. )

Why would Pat build such a mammoth structure as the universe and then leave it lifeless save for this one little planet?

Why did Pat build galaxies so far away that we'd require telescopes to study them, yet have his minions on Earth forbid anyone from trying?

Why did Pat instruct humans to believe that they lived in a clockwork box where nothing ever changes and yet constructed a unverse which clearly obeys complex yet understandable physical laws? Laws which consequently allowed men of science to understand that Pat was full of beans.

Why did Pat bother creating a huge and unstable fusion furnace to heat and warm the Earth when she/he could have achieved the same result through the use of his/her unfathomable magic? If nothing else this would have radically shortened the length of the Skin Cancer telethon.

And what's the deal with the moon? Some planet's got 'em, some don't. Some got a whole bunch of them. And don't give me that "Pat's an artist" crappola. If he/she was an artist she/he would have made the moon look like a giant pink bunny or a pot of petunias.

If we're in Pat's image then why must we both breathe and eat since it's unclear whether he/she does either?

I'm just askin'.

=mike=