Looking out my Backdoor: An imaginary story, none of which, or all of which, is true!

One day in the far distant future, back when I was God, time is relative, one of my very intelligent earth persons proved that, but more will be revealed, anyway, one day one of my other earth persons requested a visit.

Which I granted. I set up times for personal visitation, one hour in the early morning and one hour late at night, since most hours in between, I seem to be out of sight, out of mind.

I quite like visitation. No matter whom I am scheduled to see, visitation is always, well, let me give an example.

“God, we need help down here.”

“What is the problem, my child?”

“You gotta help....