They people wanted to be free of God.  They thought they were (hadn’t they been told so?) and proceeded to try to forget God.

God was insulted, but wasn’t one to get angry. God gets even.

The people had turned to Rationality.  And Rationality was happy because Rationality said that as long as you have me, you don’t need God.

Then the people wanted to play new games, and Rationality was happy because Rationality could go anywhere the people could go.  And all over life people and Rationality played games together.

Then they wanted to play games within Rationality itself, and Rationality was honored.  The people developed games of thought, games of values, and games of reason.

These games, games with Rationality as a part of the game, not as a player, grew and grew.

Finally the people wanted to go back to Rationality, so that they could show Rationality their great creations and impress Rationality.

But the people were fooled.  Rationality, the people’s champion, was now hard to find.  It only remained as an insult, a curse, an accusation of failure: IRRATIONALITY.  An accusation of heresy in the church of the rational.

This completed God’s revenge, because God knew that curses are the ghosts of ideas.  By giving us Rationality so completely, so that we could extend it into every aspect of life, God knew that eventually we would, in our excitement, extend it even to the malediction.  But once it is so extended, it could not be drawn back.  Rationality was dead and gone: drawn and quartered, and drawn and quartered ad infinitum, till the infinitesimal remains were so light, they were carried off by the breeze of a hand waving.

Only the memory remained, and only was remembered when our games didn’t go the way we wanted them to.  We say, “This is unreasonable,” or better, “This is unclear,” because we can’t bear to say the name of our old friend and say, “This is irrational,” out of embarrassment that we can’t remember what our friend even looks like.

What do we think is going to happen, anyway?  Will Rationality come down from on high and answer our insults as if they were prayers, magically changing people’s minds?