An Imperfect God Complex
For this journal, we’ll imagine God as a brilliant but flawed artist.1+2 He crafted awe-inspiring mountain ranges, forests, and beaches but also made Wyoming. You can see mastery in the creation of the dazzling peacocks, regal tigers, or majestic elephants. You may also question if God churned out the manatee after wondering what an aquatic scrotum would look like. When you realize we, as humans, have the power to mold the world but still can’t lick our elbows, you begin to see that God didn’t nail every design out there.
We now ask, “Should God have published all of His work, or should He have thrown out all of his subpar products?” It’s a question we all must ponder, the only exception being Neo Nazis who have yet to understand their mouths should not behave like their anuses. To scale this grandiose question to a personal one, I wrestle with the idea of trashing my bad videos/articles or leaving them as is to show the range of my ability. I’ve tackled this conundrum since my very first videos.
This is not a good video. It didn’t feel good recording or watching it. It may not be my worst, but it seems to lurk down there somewhere. As you can see, I posted it, but was this the right choice? At what point do I raise my expectations of myself and only publish content meeting those expectations?
I don’t know yet. Without an opinionated audience, I don’t have the backlash to tell me if I fell short. Rather, I must eyeball my work, myself. I have scrapped many videos, but this one was glitch-free and coherent even if it was boring. If I wanted to redo it, I would have to play through the whole section again while starting a new recording session. Faced with such demand, my laziness won out and here we are.
Today, I may have made the dodo bird, but next time, I hope to make an emu. If you have any ideas or schematics for large flightless birds, let me know.
Wyoming: THERE’S NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL.
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For those who don’t believe in monotheism, no worries. Simply substitute God with your all-powerful entity of choice, be it Cthulhu, a council of Greek gods, Barbara Streisand, or the emotionless nothingness of space in which we are but specks of specks of dust crushed into meaningless by the uncaring pressure of time. It all works the same.
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For those offended by satirical depictions of God, I also have you covered. Replace every instance of “God” with the name, “Archibald,” and now you have a really cool story about this super powerful guy named “Archibald.”