Imagine if God, had a pet.
I have a little creature that lives in my house. I seem to have grown rather fond of it. Although, It serves no purpose. According to some humans, it is for protection. But I do not need protection. Others suggest it's a companion, but I don't need a companion, otherwise I wouldn't live in isolation. It possesses no skills that could be useful to me, sometimes even disturbs my work. Doesn't even pray. But I like this creature. It is soft.














