The blind God

The blind God sees not, but knows all.

The blind God knows the butterfly and the moth, but knows not the difference.

The blind God knows the rose and the moss, but sees not the distance.

The blind God knows the sun and the moon, but knows not where greatest beauty lies.

The blind God, the blind God of justice, the blind God of data, the blind God of the ugly broken ones.

If it is love you desire, you have come to the wrong place. For the blind God knows things, but has never seen them. All the love you feel you have imagined for yourself.

If it is fairness you desire, then you have come to the right place. He is your God, O the trampled and the disfigured. He is your God, O the abandoned and the scorned.

He is your God for he only knows your deeds as conducted by you, and knows not the face that did them.

The blind God is justice, cold and articulate. Precise.

Come to him if you dare. Come to him for judgement if you truly believe your cause just and your works wronged. Come to him if you truly believe a payment is due from the world unto you.

Beware, however. For Man is a creature of hubris, and just because you believe one thing, does not mean the blind God believes it too. The blind God is an impartial judge, and he passes the same judgement both to the heretic and the believer. Expect no favor here. Only the truth of a God that will never know your visage, nor its own.

-- Short story found in a writing competition with the theme Artificial Intelligence.