My God Uses Drugs Responsibly

My God is a casual drug user.  He's God so he doesn't have a problem with drugs.  I mean . . . he made the drugs so he's really dialed into what's okay and what isn't.  He is quick to point out that some drugs are crappy and dangerous - fentanyl and methamphetamine come to mind - and that not everyone can tolerate a little recreational drug use but he's good with his routine.  He can take it or leave it.  Some weed to get the creative juices flowing and an occasional hit of LSD to weird things out - that kind of drug use.  I've come to this conclusion after many hours pondering the magnificence of our natural world and the stuff in it.  For instance, I think God had a lot of no-nonsense hard-working days when he made trees and dogs and salmon and then there were the down days where he was tripping a little bit and he built penguins and kangaroos and flying fish.  There is a family of owls living in the barranca near my house and they spend some time hooting at me.  God was definitely a little stoned when he came up with that.  Songbirds singing lovely lyrical songs make sense - some weirdo night bird hooting . . . that's evidence of some good weed, that is.