Dear me, Mr. Holmes

Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God. You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace? You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created…you. The little hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you, more than him. And I said, ‘Father, I can’t.’ I said, ‘These human beings are flawed, murderous.’ And for that, God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it?