Excerpt From: "The Western Lands" by Willam S. Burroughs
"Consider the One God Universe: OGU. The spirit recoils in horror from such
a deadly impasse. He is all-powerful and all-knowing. Because He can do
everything, He can do nothing, since the act of doing demands opposition. He
knows everything so there is nothing for him to learn. He can't go anywhere
since He is already fucking everywhere, like cowshit in Calcutta. The OGU is
a pre-recorded universe of which He is the recorder. It's a flat,
thermodynamic universe, since it has no friction by definition. So he invents
friction and conflict, pain, fear, sickness, famine, war, old age, Death.
His OGU is running down like an old clock. Takes more and more and more to
make fewer and fewer Energy Units of Sek, as we call it in the trade. The
Magical Universe, MU, is a universe of many gods, often in conflict. So the
paradox of an all-powerful, all-knowing God who permits suffering, evil and
death, does not arise."