The angst of Murder falls like dust to the floor, if the cause is worthy. The other day, I murdered perhaps 10's perhaps 100's - i didn't even count the lives. i could have been building oil wells, pipelines, or refineries, so long as I believed the cause. But I was only moving manure. A faceless god, incomprehensible might, destroying homes at will. My cause is survival ... No doubt Oil Barons feel the same: without external Energy, millions more would die. What cause has God to destroy Suns & Moons? Is his angst the dust upon my floor?
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