At age sixteen I was diagnosed with a metabolic disorder that would kill me if not for the wonderful research that has been done on millions of diabetics (that DID die before their eighteenth birthday) so I can take a manufactured hormone via injection to metabolize my supper. The cause of this disease is still little understood, essentially my body is defective. Now if God is responsible for my creation and my existence and my breakfast then he must also be responsible for my disease. The fact that I should have died at age sixteen and yet amazingly I still walk around must be in direct defiance of him. I pity the person that thinks it's all part of God's plan and that my life should be harder for some reason I don't understand. I don't care how many dimensions you live in there's no logical sense to that. My life would have been much easier if I'd just left this world at age sixteen. Unfortunately I have some chemical reaction inside me that creates a desire to continue to look at the world and wonder what's going to happen tomorrow. But I would prefer to look at life for what it is and not fantasize about deities and holy spirits floating through my brain while I'm living it. I've already defied God by walking around, why should I start worshiping him now?