In the beginning, we were Important.
God made a whole Universe, just for us.
He spent a few days at it, then we arrived.
Us, the pinnacle of his creation.
He told us not to fuck around
And not to fuck with Him
Do that, and we could live forever,
Because we were Important.
Life was simple with God.
And somewhat short,
Anyway, Important people shouldn’t ask questions.
Then a Polish priest asked a question.
What if we were not Centre of the Universe,
But off a bit, to the side?
Ever since, that’s been the story.
More questions, more sidelining.
Turns out we’re not that Important after all.
This made a lot of people Very Angry.
But what about Creation?
And what about the Rules?
And Life after Death?
And what about God?
From people not supposed to ask them.
So here we are, not Important,
Life’s not so simple anymore
And full of hope.
We’re important to each other
And that’s what counts.