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Hello, dear reader.   Thanks for reading me.  I exist for your pleasure and edification.  So hi and thank you:  Let’s get this party started, shall we?  Maybe, if you’ve enjoyed reading this, you can meet me, the author, in person, live and in the flesh.   Or you could write me an email or something, and I’ll do my karmic duty of reading you, in turn.  Our minds can entangle that way, and we’ll each be a part of each other, a collective mind, a shared soul.  Or even a cult, maybe.  

I’m God.  That takes some balls to say, I realize.  But I AM.  You can decide if I’m good or not.  You worship me, I’ll worship you.  But I’m definitely a deity of some kind or sort.  Kindness is my religion.  I’m not cruel to be kind.  But you can’t spell cruel without cure.   And kind bars, well, you are what you eat.  Mm, sweetheart.  Delicious.  Just kidding.  I’m not a cannibal.  I will never eat you.  Unless you’re Jesus.  Sometimes I eat Jesus.