Nothing exists; all is a dream. God - man - the world - the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars; a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space - and you! ... And you are not you - you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence, I am but a dream - your dream....Strange! that you should not have suspected, years ago, centuries, ages aeons ago! for you have existed, companionless through all the eternities. Strange! that you should not have suspected that your universe and your contents were only dreams, visions, fictions! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane - like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short;...who mouths justice, and invented hell - mouths mercy, and invented hell - mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied seventy time seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all;...and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor abused slave to worship him!... It is true that which I have revealed to you: there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream.
The Mysterious Stranger
Mark Twain
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