God, well played!
On the crossroads of comprehension, lay the essence of confusion. Since you are already guiding from above, figuratively, any which road I choose, should ideally be predestined under your preordained manner of existence.
The path to understand your order of merit, is obviously beyond the comprehension of mere mortals who exist, by very nature, because of your generous whim. So how dare they even mention the rules of governance by which you operate? The nerve of these insolent superstitious dare devil's!
You tell them, you tell them it's a winner, you give them hope; and to what use? They go on to raise awareness.. they talk of free will! They kill the very creation you so beautifully crafted, the mind. The single most important organ differentiating mere beings from the ones you so gloriously articulated into killers.
Over all, there is nothing but a sense of stunning which prevails over the beauty of the marvelous colours you made in nature, the brilliant chain of command based on hunger versus the ignorance of the very intelligence you so made to dominate.
Salut!
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