Turn Your Oughts into Shalls, Man
A few days ago I woke up from a dream laughing.
In the dream I was sitting at a dinner table with God and an invented daughter of God. God's daughter was talking about an essay she had written.
"Yeah, it wasn't really that good-- there were lots of oversights in it," she said.
Then God interjected, "But honey, tell him about how good the essay was when you were finished working on it."
God's daughter sighed. "Well, in the end the essay was perfect. Because my dad has magical powers and he edited it for me."
In the dream I was sitting at a dinner table with God and an invented daughter of God. God's daughter was talking about an essay she had written.
"Yeah, it wasn't really that good-- there were lots of oversights in it," she said.
Then God interjected, "But honey, tell him about how good the essay was when you were finished working on it."
God's daughter sighed. "Well, in the end the essay was perfect. Because my dad has magical powers and he edited it for me."



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