Letters from The Silent Almighty.

Letter 5,743:
A thorn in my side has finally come to my attention. I can see that alot of you are gonna live a long horrible life and for that I'm not sorry. I built this entire experiment to see how strong you all were. To see how you would endure. I know that alot of you can't take it. Now, what is tearing me apart is why I made some of you so weak! This experiment was doomed from the start. Most of you are extremely weak under pressure. You crack too easy. Amazes me that I did this to myself. My children, I'm sorry for bringing you into this world. I must admit, that with all the terror and madness in the world, I am a horrible father. For all of this craziness, I apologize. This horror was made to be tolerable, but I seemed to have failed. Maybe, I should put you all up for adoption.
Sincerely, in silence and infinite loss,
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Letters from The Silent Almighty.

Letter 4,303:
It's been a major ache in my thoughts that for so long many of you, but not all, have wasted your talents. I've carefully placed the puzzle pieces in certain individuals and have even directed the meeting of these perfect matches, and still I am denied. All because you have given in to your petty animal instincts. The cure for AIDS as well as for all cancers, let me recollect: One, both had their meeting at a neighborhood bar in Henderson, Nevada. Unfortunately for all the poor victims, the cure decided to get completely demolished drunk and go home to fornicate. In a twist, call it venomous irony, they finished up, went separate ways and both died tragically from the very disease they were meant to destroy. Second cure, met at a rest stop somewhere in the deserts between Las Vegas and Los Angeles. Call it ironic again, or pure simple bad luck, but the tragedy that befell these two was that a serial killer happened to meet up at the very same rest stop. Cigarettes. If only they didn't ask the killer for a light, millions of people would be right as rain. This cure is buried together in a shallow grave beyond the cactus horizon.
Now, waste of talents? Or simply, ignorance? I can't tell anymore. My head hurts.
As always, yours truly in infinite silence,
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Letters from The Silent Almighty.

Letter 156: It has come to my attention that many of you, my children, are extremely closed off. Your vocabulary is rather...limited. It appears that from this point hereafter, I shall 'dumb down' these polite suggestions for you all to understand. I imagine it's a problem all on my own as none of you shall read these anyway. Maybe I'll let one slip one of these days. Until then, continue your lives and please try not to make a fool of yourself.
Sincerely,
Up Above.

Letters from The Silent Almighty.

Letter 6,239: Just because I gave you free will doesn't mean to make a fuckin' idiot out of yourselves. All of you are capable of handling yourself in a decent manner. True, I did give a few unfortunate souls the burden of lowered intelligence, but that doesn't mean to follow down that path. I created a brain to hold your thoughts, memories and actions. Please, use it wisely.
Sincerely,
Above you.