Once I saw our blue planet from above yet I will not give you the impression of being a famous astronaut. As I said the planet was blue like a child's toy and looked lovely in the nothingness of the galaxy. It looked small and vulnerable, peaceful too, and from the great high it seems unbelievable that any wars should be fought there. OK. So I had been invited for tea with God and he helped with the transport.
On scones made of soft afternoon sunlight, he said he could not understand what all
the fuss was about and he asked me to read some poems to better understand humanity. There were many seraphs present - Hitler, Stalin and an assortment of lesser dictators who in their lifetimes had much to answer for, but God had forgiven them.
After reading my poems to harp music, God asked me what to do, and I said, use your power now because good people are beginning to doubt your existence, we have intellectuals who write bad things about you. Meeting over, god gave me a plate of cream cakes made of cumulus - which I'm eating right now - he promised to do something radical that would make us sit up and listen, I'm still waiting.
