It is a question that should possess every believer in an all-powerful creator spirit. It is a question that should haunt their every waking hour and occupy their every thought. It is a question they should obsess over, maddened by its dazzling conspicuousness, and embarrassed beyond all measure that it even exists. It is a question that should consume every believer’s life, tying them up in ferocious knots of disquiet and affording no genuine peace until a definitive answer is found… And yet it is a question few theists ever ask, and even fewer ever attempt a possible, maybe, perhaps, never-quite-certain answer:
If all things (the past, the present, and the future) are contained within a maximally powerful being, the Catalogue of Catalogues who existed in a state of perfection, then why did it consciously create the physical universe? What possible purpose does this machine, this contrivance, serve?