Well, began Queen Esme, It is a little-known fact that at the time of creation, each Mota, they are given a communication device in case they need to talk with the Creator itself. We call this device the ‘Creator’s Ear’
This is mine here, which you may look upon but not touch, because it is tuned to me only and will explode with untold energies if it were to separate from here within this, she patted the pocket that it had been hid.
With this saying she took out her pocket a device much and suspiciously like unto a mobile or cell phone like it.
That is a thing of interest most severe, said Vivainne Desegur, trying to sound calm, but betraying herself with a shaking inside her voice. Would it be possible for you to relay to the creator a minor question that has been weighing upon my mind this lifetime? She continued.
The main and the most is the question of suffering which is plainly spread about the universe and seems unending for the people there.
Certainly, that should not be a problem, suffering is not something that is in the course felt by the Motas, until of course you and your friend came and engaoled us without so much. So, in an answer, yes, I will ask the creator. But, let you be of warning once, the creator will oft times berate us for our behaviour, although we usually ignore it. I shall speak with it now.
Esme opened her device, which was of the folding kind, and pressed all several digits upon its complex face. Then she held it up on speaker phone mode, the best to make a good converse.
Hello, came a distracted voice, I hope this is important, I am a little busy as you can imagine, there has been a super nova which I must.
Well, began Esme, a question has come which is in need of satisfaction, that is, why have you made the beings of your universal to have suffering when it was unnecessary and hurtful? She asked.
Cruel is the word I would use, interjected Vivainne
Who is that speaking? Inquired the Creator, You should inform when on speakerphone it is only polite.
Answer the question if you, said Esme, polite or no, this suffering business needs an answer,
Well of course, came the distracted and distant voice, pain and suffering I have invented, but luckily, I have also provided Rose Tinted Perspex with which to view the suffering, should it occur. What is the problem really?
So, this Rose Tint negates suffering? Asked Esme
Oh no, said the distracted Create, it just looks less unpleasant so that I don’t feel so bad. This suffering thing was meant to be involved as a flip to free will in my original, but it never really worked and I’m too busy to change things now so Rose Tinted Perspex all round, hey presto, not so bad after all. Anyway, can’t you just make like a Buddhist and rustle up some coping strategies. Now I must go as I think I left the gas on.
Vivainne smote down the Creator’s Ear with her sword. Now I have a mind to violence, she said loudly, and I am not proud, she said again more loud, Hold me down or I will pull its voice from its throat. I challenge it to a dual, if I win, then all suffering shall be banished from this plane and you will surrender all rights.
Come, said Queen Esme, quiet your ire.
No, said the voice of the Creator from the device on the rocky floor of the Well Well Well, that’s fine, I have never ever been invited to duel before. In this I am quite excite, What shall it be? by lightning or earthquakes? You choose.
The Guardians of the Cave 