The nature of God has been discussed and debated for eons. He/she/it has had many forms, many different characteristics and has had its existence defended, doubted and denied.
Well, a God does exist, but not as we know it. God is in fact the Grand Old Trout. A colossal rainbow trout that drifts endlessly through the vast void of space. How old the Grand Old Trout is no one knows, and it remains oblivious of its own power, having the brain of a fish.
Yet up in the cosmos resides the most powerful being of all, who by the swish of its tail can either create a galaxy or destroy a nebula, drifting everlastingly through space and time with no concerns or motives, for these are things that fish do not have, even the Grand Old Trout.
I just wanted God to be a trout. Also, consider this to be a tribute of sorts to one of my favourite writers, Richard Brautigan.
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