Falling Asleep

Since a few days ago I began to think of God as a senile grandpa who, while nobody manages to make sense out of his incoherent, kafkaesque conception of reality as he waanders through a big house, needs a twenty-hours slumber per day to stay alive. But he can't be bothered, for his children and grandchildren love him, though. They can in no way change these facts. Senile people can do whatever they want. Their condition allows them to pledge to their demi-unconsciousness and beg for excuses for any mess they could do. They don't actually have to apologize, the others understand they have lost their minds. Their behaviour can change at random and this leads them to do and undo at will. This kind of autism protects them from the world, from their own reality, from consequences. God does not have to explain clear his reasons. When awake, he seldom does certain things and doesn't care of what is to come. The most of the times he just do nothing, thence he has granted us free will.