When I become god of a far away planet, I’ll set up my world with great beauty and wit. And to keep me from getting too lonely, I’ll make beings to admire my work. My creatures will discover all that I’ve made quite pleasing and right in their finite minds. I’ll show them in love how their world was formed, remove any doubt of who did it or why. Ancient texts on how I created, I’ll not leave about to conflict with evidence for some other way. No, I’ll make plain how to seek me and praise, if they wish to, but never they must. Then they will let me receive them and heal their self-made diseases. That’s the kind of god I will be. Not the unknowable elusive kind.