His death is now a week away, but it's still all I see. Driving to work, I watched as a young duck -- probably teen-age old, comparatively -- swooped in to a pond of snowmelt by the highway. His landing was awkward, and hilarious -- but he popped out of the drink and shook off the embarrasment boldly.

I laughed, then thought, "God'll kill him off soon enough."

I guess I've realized the purpose of God -- not to give life, or joy, or peace, or hope.

God's job is just to throw the kill switch.

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