If the devil is in the details than god must be a simple thing. The brain is the most complex thing known to man. What is funny about this is that man uses the brain to think about the brain, making the brains complexity increase exponentially. I think about thinking a lot. I cannot dance, sing or play basketball. I can however think about these things until I understand why I am not very good at them with out every increasing my ability to do them. The more details and complexities that I understand about these topics only makes them seem more simple (god like), and more frustrating that I cannot make my self any better at them.

God, if one exists, must be something so plane that everything is absolutely benign to it. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I would like to believe that there are no bad acts only a series of good acts that went wrong somewhere. I actively refuse to believe in malice or altruism. This is not submission to naivety; this to me is a matter of mere logic. I do not believe that an act can be completely evil or selfless. I do however believe in mutation, a random error in gene replication that leads to a change. In short, the devil is in the details but god is the details. My neighborhood is not Rwanda. To my knowledge, no machete-toothed genocide has ever taken a bite out of Baldwin Hills, but there is some kind of "evil" here. I sleep 2 houses away from where my neighbors son was shot in face and walked away. He carries a gun and sells drugs. He was incarcerated before he was 16. The sickle shaped scar just to the right or his right eye pinches his face into a constant squint, putting him in a perpetual state of inquiry. He cannot dance or sing very well either; I have not yet asked him about basketball. We share 99.9 % of our genetic make up. For the first 18 months of both of our lives we didnt understand that our toys still existed even when we werent playing with them (object permanence). I would be willing to say that he and I both understand this concept pretty well now. I would also be willing to say that a lot of things we don't have in common are probably results of the fact that my parents understood this concept and his probably didnt. Out of sight out of mind. From there we go wildly different. He is, "Die or get rich trying." He likes flaming hot Cheeto's and M.G.D.. He likes girls a little chubby, but has a soft spot for the skinny strippers across the street. He has no high school diploma and would kill someone for parking in my spot with out his permission.

He is how this state can justify sentencing 277 minors to life without parole. Out of sight out of mind. The correctional system of California has failed o grasp object permanence. If the Devil is in the details than god must be something so simple that it can live in every element of everything it is not; The Devil. If the Devil is in the details the brain most certainly is an infinitely evil machine. But it is a machine that must be built with parts made of cast iron God.

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