My dear,

If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse.

Sometimes I imagine God saying, “I made it all beautiful and wonderful, it’s you that’s ruined it. It’s you who’s ruined the beauty that was already there in trying to create some abstract beauty you envisioned and grossly overestimated. You just didn’t see it.”

Sometimes I imagine there being a god, and him being right.

Falsely yours,
Woody Allen