I never told you there was anything wrong with you. If I made you, I filled you with passions, limitations, pleasures, feelings, needs, inconsistencies. How can I punish you for being the way you are, if I'm the one who made you? What kind of god would do that? My beloved, this life is not a test, not a step on the way, not a rehearsal, nor a prelude to paradise, This life is the only thing here and now and it is all you need.
Baruch de Spinoza (speaking for God)
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