It is not for me to say

As I sit here at my corner desk in my cramped room in my small but not-so-modern apartment, writing an essay on South Carolina’s aggression prior to the shots on Fort Sumter while snacking directly from a family sized box of Chicken in a Biskit crackers and drinking flavored water in an attempt to relieve myself of the burdens of caffeinated sugary goodies, I can’t help but wonder what it must be like to be God. Does he allow snacks and drinks in his kingdom? I have stopped drinking alcohol (in theory) but would there be whiskey available? Yes, this is quite a random thought to have at this time of the day but are we not guided (also in theory) by our conscious thoughts?


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