1 God made a social network. It was called Earth. Even She could not be certain what would follow.
1 For the longest time, or so it seemed to the people of Earth, She allowed them to roam free, to explore, to commune, to be social.
2 Then She decided they required limits to test. She gave unto them Community Standards. Yet the people disobeyed. They fought. They told falsehoods. They shared graven images of themselves.
1 The people divided into tribes and religions and parties and nations and they fought still. They waged crusades and shitstorms against one another. They fought wars of thirty and a hundred and many hundred years over Her.
2 They invented arrows and guns, compasses and clocks and used them not to protect but to conquer.
3 But the people also invented pictures and paints, alphabets and presses and made so many wondrous things with them: worshipful art.
4 Their scribes and their Pharisees are always blind to the wonder. They see only darkness and doom, for they believe that they — not I — shine the light.
1 In the heavens, in the Senate of the Gods, Zeus called upon the Lord to smite Her social network, Earth, and to silence it with configuration errors, for it had become a cesspool that runneth over with hatred and heresy, bots and bile, corrupting the children of Earth to commit fakery and finstas.
2 And God spake unto him: “O, chill, Zeus. Enough of your panic! Have you no memory? Can you not see that this is what my people have done through eternity with all their tools and toys?
3 “At the moment of invention the people are amazed at what they hath wrought: proud and boastful. Then they wield their implements to destroy, to claim power for themselves over Me. They are corrupted. They sin yet blame their tools for their folly.
4 “Finally, they write their rules and build their institutions to live together in peace with themselves and their inventions. Give them time.
5 “Verily, they cannot see that the problem is not in their inventions or in their earthly corporations and the solution is not in their law-givers or self-anointed saviors but instead in themselves.
6 “They, like you dear Senator, must learn again and again that the path to peace, via struggle, is freedom. Remember well that I did not cut down the tree of knowledge of good and evil but left it standing so that the people may learn from it still.
7 “I prophesy that they will just keep screwing up and then they shall figure it out. They are human.”
1 And God shrugged.
Here endeth the blogging of Her Holy Thread.