Imagine that you had a father, who was all powerful, but wanting you to succeed, hid himself from you, but behind the scenes, he instructs the world, as he is all powerful, so all adhere to his wishes, to always lead you in the right direction – true, sometimes to wake out of our revere, stupefied in the narcissistic pleasures of instinctual gratification – it takes a klop to the head, but every single overt blessing and covert pain, was really an act of unconditional love – why imagine the truth