Dostoyevsky: God, you don’t know what redemption is. You don’t know what beauty is. You just know what serves you. Why did you make humanity, if you are going to ask them to please you and not please them. Beauty and redemption is when my mind’s desire for a story fulfilled and victorious is given, when I get what I want the way I want it. You have given me this desire but do not fulfill it. There is evil in the world and it’s not my fault. It’s your fault. Period. I suffer and you don’t. And if you do, it’s willing and glorious and leads to resurrection. But mine, it’s a punishment. There’s no glory in it. It’s a matter of chance, while yours is prophetic, promised to succeed. So do not compare yourself to me and say through the mouths of your seeming beloved saints that you suffered more. It was a glorious story. Mine is not.
God: I’m sorry. I’m bad, you’re good. You can take my place.