L.U.E. - An Anarchaotistic View

It was an interesting situation I had found myself in. By a series of previously unforeseen coincidences, I had arrived at the unlikely situation of being awake and totally sober at seven in the morning. At the time this was not uncommon, as I was working a graveyard shift in a management position at a grocery store, and heading home in the early hours was the norm. Anyone who knows me personally is aware of the fact that they should never attempt to call me before noon, as I will either not receive their call, or won't call them back out of sheer spite for the fact that they should know better.
This particular morning I was in a very self-assured attitude, and saw nothing that could deter my opinion that I was an awe-inspiring force to be reckoned with on an intellectual level. There have been times where this mentality has gotten me into a great deal of trouble, but on those occasions I was not justified in such a standpoint. On that day however, I was.
I had left my workplace as usual, and began the half mile walk toward my bus stop. I recall it was a brisk winter morning, and I was usually besieged by many homeless individuals, but not today. After all, it was Sunday, the day of our lord ironically enough.
Upon arriving at the bus stop, it was not unusual on this day that things were quite quiet. Most were not even awake yet, or if they were, they were prepping themselves for spiritual well-being at a local church or temple of some kind. Or in my case, preparing to go out amongst the masses and preach the supposed good word to the early risers who were leaving for work at such an ungodly hour. Or in my case, coming home from.
Waiting at the stop, I saw from the LED board that the bus would be another 20 minutes or so away from its arrival. This meant to me that, given my close proximity to the transit turnaround station, that I should see the bus heading in the opposite direction a few dozen minutes before it stopped in front of me. Which did not disappoint me only moments after my arrival at the bus stop in question.
After it faded from view, a man approached me, rather well dressed. I thought nothing much of it, as I had been approached by several distinct individuals over the course of my bus travels over the years. Some had been completely crazy, others with an agenda all their own, and the remainder had been street preachers and Jehovah's Witnesses. Even now I find it amusing that my word processor would correct my spelling of "Jehovah's Witnesses", as if this is so common a theme of individual that it warranted someone writing a piece of computer code needing to ensure that one would have no mistake in identifying these individuals in written format. This amuses me to no great amount of degree.
Upon coming within three or so feet of me, he asked if I had a moment of time to spare. Being the blatantly honest person I find myself to be a majority of the time, I said yes. He further stated that he would like to talk to me about God, that's "God with a capital "G", God" in case he thought I might be mistaken with another deity of some sort. Again, no objection on my part.
Don't get me wrong, I consort with deities on a regular basis, but for the sake of arguments this man meant "THE GOD" in big bold letters. This took me aback as I knew that he meant God as a Zeus figure, a grand father of all, and punisher. The disciplinarian, as it were. The contrast of which being, that I did not think of God in this way in the slightest.
It was, at this point, that this man launched into his obviously prepared speech about sins and repentance. About action and ramifications. I did indeed listen, quite attentively, as I had never encountered a person so vindicated in their belief system as this man. At least, not personally anyways. I had always assumed that they were an exaggeration of people that had existed at one time, not that they actually existed in the form that could be beheld by me in the flesh, before me. Not now, not in this time. But then again, here he was, in front of me.
It was not that I was listening to be agreeable, nor was I being simply passive, but I was listening and taking what he said into account of what I had learned since renouncing the Roman Catholic upbringing of my youth. My mother had always said that she didn't care what I believed, per se, just that I believed in something. Catholicism seemed a good standing point, so I was brought up that way. I had rejected it when I was sixteen, when it came time for my confirmation of faith. I decided at that point that, if God with a capital "G" was as they say he is, then I should be as honest as possible. That is to say that, if God exists, he would want me to worship him because I wanted to, and not out of fear of some sort of fire pit that awaited me. I could not imagine a being that created a universe to simple spite his subjects out of existence because they were not subservient enough. This didn't sound like a divine deity of absolute being to me. It didn't sound like someone who loved me no matter what.
I agreed with most of which this JW said, about the varied dualistic nature of the universe of which we all take for granted, as well as sin being only the disconnection from the big "G". But he came to a part of the Old Testament, which I took issue with, and refused to hold my tongue over. The man insisted to me that the death sentence was to be inflicted upon all those who disagreed with God's laws as set forth in the Ten, count them, Ten Commandments. If one was to not agree with these, the Ten Commandments, then the followers of the correct path would kill them. Essentially that murder is allowable if you are not a follower of the Jehovah's Witness protection racket, or something to that effect. I do take liberties in this description, but not many. Specifically the term, "racket" even though that is exactly what it seems to me. Extracting the guilt of an individual in order to use it against them to gain favor with your God, or Fairy Mob Father, as I call it.
I brought to his attention the Jesus proverb of "He who is without sin may cast the first stone." which is one of my favorites. Basically, in my understanding, the one who is closest to God should strike first. This is a paradox so it seems, the idea being that if you are close to God, you wouldn't throw a stone at someone in the first place. This point was lost on the man I was conversing with. It was then that I came up with an analogy, as I often times do when trying to converse with people.
I asked him, at this point, what his idea of the universe was and what God's relationship to it concerned. He went on to remark on how we should be the willing servants and slaves to God's will.
I, in response asked him what God's will was, and how we knew it. He quoted scripture that got us nowhere, and I proposed a solution. Rather randomly and ingeniously, if I might say so myself. One might call it a divine realization.
I asked him what he would do if he were God. And he told me that it was a sin to presume the will of God, even though I could plainly see that was exactly what he was doing. Rather than bring this to his attention, I continued.
I proposed to him a situation, in which, God was a computer programmer. His divine plan was a computer program, and we were the dualistic ones and zeroes that made up that program. I further speculated that God was using our computer program to discover the meaning of his own existence, as we do with computers currently, in one degree or another. The problem was that once the program was started, you could not interrupt it or interfere. This is because, thanks to quantum mechanics, you affect that which you observe. This being the case, God may have created us, and left us be until the point at which the program is supposed to end. That time has not come yet, so we have had no communication from God, and should be left to our own devices for now. At least until such a God says something to us.
He dwelt upon this for awhile before eventually responding. If he were God, he would want to help the individuals on the planet to achieve such an enlightened state that they might understand what his program was doing. In that way he would not be seperated from his subjects, but he assisting in their travels to divinity.
I had to point out to him that he had mentioned before that to presume to know God's will was a sin, because it implied a disconnection with the God figure which was what sin was originally in the Gnostic texts, even before Jesus Christ even existed.
He was aghast that I had stumped him. It was plain as the morning sun on his face. But before him or I had a chance to think up anything else, the bus had arrived. My bus had arrived. It was my time to leave.
I told him that if he wanted to continue the conversation, I would be there every Sunday at that time for the next few weeks, at the bus stop. He agreed to meet again.

That was nearly a year and 8 months ago. I have never seen him since.