Divine One, I acknowledge my insignificance before you. Yet I question: Why am I different? Is it a matter of kinetic or potential energy?
If perfection was possible, why create billions of flawed beings? What does this imply about life's purpose? Nothing reassuring.
I'm losing faith in the necessity of a messiah. If only one in billions is flawless, and we must all depend on them, what does that say about you? About us?