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			<title type="html"><![CDATA[Hur man blir Gud]]></title>
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			<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>En kul historia, som inte på något sätt är ett gudsbevis, men tankeväckande. Har snott den från en annan gitarrsajt. Håll tillgodo gott folk.</p><p>----------------------------------------</p><p>``Solipsist&#039;&#039; by Fredric Brown<br />Walter B. Jehovah, for whose name I make no apology since it really was his <br />name, had been a solipsist all his life. A solipsist, in case you don&#039;t <br />happen to know the word, is one who believes that he himself is the only <br />thing that really exists, that other people and the universe in general <br />exist only in his imagination, and that if he quit imagining them, they <br />would cease to exist.</p><p>One day, Walter B. Jehovah became a practicing solipsist. Within a week, his <br />wife had run away with another man, he&#039;d lost his job as a shipping clerk <br />and he had broken his leg chasing a black cat to keep it from crossing his <br />path.</p><p>He decided, in a hospital, to end it all.</p><p>Looking out the window, staring up at the stars, he wished them out of <br />existence, and they weren&#039;t there anymore. Then he wished all other people <br />out of existence, and the hospital became strangely quiet, even for a <br />hospital. Next the world, and he found himself suspended in a void. He got <br />rid of his body quite easily and then took the final step of willing himself <br />out of existence.</p><p>Nothing happened.</p><p>Strange, he thought, can there be a limit to solipsism?</p><p>&quot;Yes,&quot; a voice said.</p><p>&quot;Who are you??&quot; Walter B. Jehovah asked.</p><p>&quot;I am the one who created the universe which you have just willed out of <br />existence. And now that you have taken my place&quot;---there was a deep <br />sigh---&quot;I can finally cease my own existence, find oblivion, and let you <br />take over.&quot;</p><p>&quot;But---how can I cease to exist? That&#039;s what I&#039;m trying to do, you know.&quot;</p><p>&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; said the voice. &quot;You must do it the same way I did. Create a <br />universe. Wait until someone in it really believes what you believed and <br />wills it out of existence. Then you can retire and let him take over. <br />Good-bye now.&quot;</p><p>And the voice was gone. Walter B. Jehovah was alone in the void an there was <br />only one thing he could do. He created the heaven and the earth.</p><p>It took him seven days.</p><br /><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />--- Fredric Brown (1954)</p>]]></content>
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				<name><![CDATA[Göran Philipson]]></name>
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