DK: Wherever I turn Im running into one thing or another that tells me Im God. Even you tell me Im God and this is my creation. According to you, this is what youve been telling everyone since there was anyone. Basically thats the truth. DK: Youre like a hooker; you tell everybody what they want to hear! We all know its not true but we love to hear it anyway. We all want to think were God. But then, when we actually do act like were God, we get locked up, because none of us can do that perfectly. If we could, we wouldnt get busted. Whats going on here, anyway? You left the computer yesterday and have been plotting this set-up all night, havent you? Even that cheesy hooker metaphor. DK: Ummaybe, ummyes. This is wildthe best I could do was squeeze that maybe in. My fingers wont lie; Im cooked! And now I have to tell the world about it. There goes my credibility as an expert. So this is not really as spontaneous as you claim, is it? DK: FINE! I confess. Every minute of every day, awake or asleep, Im obsessing about this, thisthing Im going through, with you, with me, with Whothehell! I so much want to bust you for the fraud you are. The fraud. DK: Whats worse, you obviously set me up, too! The fraud. DK: I dont even believe Im banging out an argument that says if I believe you to be the fraud you are, then I, myself must be a fraud. And if you think its easy to enter in the code that puts these italics in while keeping the flow of this rap, youre nuts. Youre not doing badly. DK: Thanks! Wait a minute, how healthy is this Good Cop/Bad Cop thing for me? Especially if Im doing it to myself. Im about ready to pull the plug. This is turning into a codependent relationship. Most people think that being God means getting things done perfectly. Yet, if they did as miserable a job of this humanity thing as I seem to, they reason, theyd never be able to live with themselves. While theyre really being the best them they can be and that means screwing up all along the way -- theyre expecting me to be so much better. I very much have issues with this so-called perfect God that you created that Im supposed to be. Just like you, I need someone to unconditionally love me as if I were the imperfectly perfect being I am. DK: It is four-twenty, isnt it? Be right back.(pause). Well, I gotcha nowyou said this wasnt about therapy! Its not. Its a statement of fact. Youre not giving me the breaks that you expect me to give you. DK: Whos getting pissy now? Now its my turn to say FINE! I confess. Im not doing this right, either. But you know what? Since I do know who I am, and I will admit it, you are absolutely rightthis thing your God has created has neither less nor more in quality than what you are able to create yourself. DK: Whoa, Nellie! Youre telling me the Space Shuttle is about as God-like as well get? Its a mirror thing. Nothing you can see does not reflect you. The flaws you have are the flaws we share. Every one of them. The most prominent flaw we share is we just have to try everything outeverything because if we dont, then nothing happens. DK: So, wait a minute. Youre saying that creation is all about movement. That movement is all about seeking, yet never finding the absolute perfection that simply does not exist. Not for you, not for me, not for no one. In a negative sort of way, youre getting there. DK: So if everything were done so-called perfectly there really wouldnt be anything. No need for it. Good observation! DK: And for anything to become at all, it has to come from something that was more flawed, in some way, than it was before: Theres nothing that doesnt come from worse. Thats accurate, but it doesnt quite reflect the wonder and value of the doing, which is part of the equation. The important thing is that something gets done. DK: So anything worth doing is worth doing poorly? Spread the Word! |
