Dear Vonnegut, you've inspired this more than I'd like. Oh well, it'd only be claimed by Existentialists otherwiseUser:Serprex 12:50, September 21, 2011 (UTC)
For our purposes, he went to Heaven
- I warn you, one day you will grow weary
Like any good caution which leaves itself to occur some other day, he continued on. What'd happen would happen. He needn't worry
Time passed. Any description of this time would wreck the balance of ambiguity which is in store for you
He was bored
So he confessed: I have grown weary
- I told you you would
It is here that this divine chuckle raises the interpretive point. Did the man grown weary because God has supreme knowledge; or because he was so self conscious, always asking himself "Is this it? Am I bored? Will I ever enjoy myself as much again? If this isn't nice, what is?"
I'll make something clear here: I can only hope that after reading what follows you will still have enjoyed what came before with whatever interpretation you have at this point. What follows falls away from my ambiguity which asks the reader to write
For our purposes, he has the advantage compared to most of being in the presence of said God
So he asked: Was it fate?
- No. Only inevitable
Here's how man earned free will, defined as being able to act without the knowledge of God:
God was bored
He knew everything. All that would happen. He even knew that all this would happen
He'd told himself in the past "One day, you will grow weary"
It wasn't a warning. He was simply stating a known fact. People do it all the time
See, God knew everything that would happen in the universe. But he couldn't exist as a part of it because knowledge of the future doesn't fit inside the universe. This is the kind of problem children have when they try shoving the big ball in the little box
There are no paradoxes. It is impossible for God to enter existence and declare what will happen to someone who can do the opposite
So God gave up supreme knowledge and granted man free will and was then capable of existing within the universe
It isn't so much amnesia which stops him from knowing. It's simply an ambiguous knowledge of what will happen. It's knowing that he knew, but not knowing what he knew
The paradox is in knowing, not having knew
The explanation from random prophesizing? Good bets. As probable as you reading the following: See?
Thus did the man grow weary. Thus did the man become God. Some other God for some other universe with some other unknown fate
- For I am a tired God
Anyways, now that that's over, here's the description I removed:
Except whenever he started to immersevely enjoy himself he'd have to worry after declaring "If this isn't nice, what is?"
Maybe this isn't nice. Maybe there really is much more that is. Maybe
After an eternity of worry, of nervous break downs, of anxiety attacks at night; he cracked