As Charles Darwin published, "The Origin of Species", he wrote it was like confessing to a murder.
And it was.
He left God with nothing else to do. Charles had done it all for Him.
Charley had done Him in.
Charles was brought to trial in the US but unfortunately was aquitted. And we can't try him again because it would be double jeopardy.
So he got clean away with the murder of the century - the perfect crime.
But it was hardly a victimless crime - Charles murdered the Father and left His children all alone.
It was an exquisite act of patricide. Prefigured by Oedipus who murdered his own father - but Oedipus didn't know it was his father while Charley boy premeditated the murder of Our Father. Yes Charles waited 21, yes count them, 21 years before publishing.
What was he thinking all those 21 years with the manuscript in his draw?
Was he excited? Did he feel guilty? Or perhaps he just felt afraid? But what if he were wrong - would God strike him dead?
But God did not strike him with lightning and God went to His own death without a murmur, leaving us all alone with just each other for company.
I look around me and all I see are patricides and fratricides.