So there I was in my kitchen, drinking an apple Snapple, nude, as one does, when it occurred to me, if there is some form of all seeing creator deity present, surely they must at least sigh when they see us going about life rather absurdly. Like, spose I was eating cold pizza whilst reading the comic section of the Sunday paper, skyclad in the conservatory. Not that I ever have! I’m left to think that an ancient being, surely an intellectual one with vast technologies, would see me as primitive or insane, perhaps even childlike, respectively. Of which I would have no choice but to agree by natural default.
There’s always the very contemporary thought that they too are unclothed beings, which then ruins the proposal entirely.