This is my reply to Cole from another thread. Since it deals with religion and spirituality, I felt it should be in the appropriate forum. Anyway, here goes:
Cole, get ready to get Funky. My apologies, but it seems you've read more into Friedrich Nietsche than you should. There are some things you just have to take on faith.
'The Cole_Trickle Incident'
1 act, 2 scenes
The players: Cole_Trickle, God (in 2 manifestations), Lucifer, Saddam Hussein
Scene 1: The path to Heaven
(Curtain rises with Cole and a beggar on the path.)
Cole, to himself: I wonder where this path leads? Where am I, how did I get here? Man, this is weird.
Beggar: Relax, Cole, you're on the right path.
Cole: Hey, who are you, and how did you know my name? Don't get too close, you smelly bum!
Beggar: I was a King amongst my people, and you already know my name.
Cole: Jesus Christ, here's another one. How do I keep running into people like this?
Beggar: Told you so.
Cole: Told me what?
Beggar: That you know my name.
Cole: What, Jesus Christ? No such person.
Beggar: 'Kay, if you say so. (disappears in a flash of light)
Cole, to himself: Whew, he stunk. Hey, check out these gates on the path. They look like mother of pearl, must be some rich dude lives here.
(Gates open, Cole passes through)
Cole: D*mn, the sun behind that cloud seems awful bright.
God: At least one kind of son is.
Cole: Who said that?
God: You know my name.
Cole: Here we go again, twice in one day...I don't believe in God.
God: I believe in you.
Cole: What are you, really?
God: I am that I am.
Cole: Really? I've had about enough of this crap.
God: Same here, you get one more chance.
Cole: There is no God!
There is no Cole. Not in Heaven, anyway. Hey Lucifer, INCOMING!
Scene 2: Highway to Hell
(Curtain rises with Cole, Saddam and Lucifer on a smoky 4-lane)
Cole: God, my head hurts.
Lucifer: Too late for that.
Cole: What? Who the Hell are you?
Saddam: Shut up, Infidel.
Cole: Go to Hell, creep.
Lucifer: You've got the general idea.
Saddam: We're going to Babylon!
Cole: What are you babbling about?
Lucifer: Babble? Really? See this fork, bub?
Saddam: Can I watch?
Cole: Try it and I'll shove it up your *ss.
Lucifer: I don't think so. Bend over.
Saddam: Some guys get all the fun.
Lucifer: Chill, Saddam. (Saddam freezes)
Cole: Ow! Stop it! EEEOWWW! OH GOD IT HURTS! AAAGH!
Lucifer: Keep saying that if you want, but it's still too late.
Cole: What have I done to deserve this?
Lucifer: You served me well, my son. I'm rewarding you.
Cole: (anguished moaning) No...please...don't...stop...!
Lucifer, smiling wickedly: I can't believe he said it that way, this is going to be fun.
Good night, Cole. Pleasant dreams.