A
living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just
a
bigger father with a bigger fist.
If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad
ignores your prayers,
it's taken personally.
Hear only silence long
enough, and you start wondering about his power.
His fairness. His very existence.
His fairness. His very existence.
But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is
simple.
She never claimed conceited omnipotence.
She has countless
others clinging to her apron strings,
including myriad species unable to
speak for themselves.
To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the
fridge.
Go play outside. Go get a job.
Or, better yet, lend me a
hand.
I have no time for idle whining.
~David Brin
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