I don’t admire man enough to make my god a man.
I really don’t like people very much.
I try to reason honestly, as clearly as I can,
but can’t imagine deity with touch
or ears or nose, or vocal chords or eyes.
I have to give it power cause I must,
but I would feel spectacular surprise
if God were really capable of lust.

I can’t believe our worship or obeisance is desired
by any being I would call supreme.
I don’t think God needs rest – pure energy cannot be tired.
Such human-centered thinking makes me scream
with irritation and an attitude
contemptuous about my fellow folk:
Our physics can’t be meta cause we’re crude.
Our love of myth is probably God’s joke.