Dear Earthling,

God here.

I want to answer your question as briefly as possible as to why there is suffering on earth. I answer with a counter-question: What if there were no suffering and there had never been suffering? And then: What do you think would happen if I were to eliminate all suffering at once? Would all people then be happy for the rest of their lives? Would there be an end to life at all?

Since you earthlings seem to regard the end of your life as a great misfortune, you would have to be immortal, wouldn't you? Would it be better if you were immortal? Immortality would mean wearing the earthly body for all time, wouldn't it? What would there be to feel in permanent bliss but bliss?

Forgive me if I point out this paradox to you, but a feeling of constant bliss is impossible to sustain, for it lacks the contrast with unbliss. The matter-of-factness with which you accept death and dying wherever you do not personally witness it is the answer to your question, if you insist on getting answers that you know of course you already know, but pretend not to know.

Your theory of evolution would be destroyed in one fell swoop if you insisted on earthly immortality or only on permanent well being. Since man would no longer die or become ill, he would be fixed in time and space and the change of his species would come to a standstill. Of course, this is not at all compatible and a new paradox appears in the firmament: standstill means death. Perpetual well being would lead itself ad absurdum. But how can one die if one is immortal?

There seems to be a fixed idea circulating that the body-mind can proclaim a claim to a painless existence. Since it exists and experiences pain and illness, as all bodies do during their lives, this claim is groundless and does not stand up to empirical investigation. Like the misunderstanding that a Vulcan knows no emotions, when he continually says that he does have many emotions, but has placed them under his control. But now that he is accused of preferring a suffering-free existence, one would like to ask impatiently: So what now?

Your attempt to carry the suffering of your world on your shoulders will fail, did I say that already? But then failure is also a thing that brings you further, so I (or, better, you) cannot spare you it, I (you) would deprive you of your entire lust for life if I (you) wanted to prevent you from it.

I am there for you to accuse and blame me for all the evil that occupies you, simply because it is to stop you from blaming your fellow earthlings, or worse, yourself. We gods (am not the only one) are your servants. By directing all your accusations and complaints against us, we make excellent punching targets and welcome it.
It's just a pity that the godhood is going through a decline right now and you think we don't exist. Well, what can you do? Everything has its time and its non-time. We gods are also prone to death.

I will say one thing in conclusion: you are wise. Smarter than you pretend to be.

How do you say it? Bye bye?