Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a man who encountered the Signs of God. God showed him the Signs, in the form of weather distortions, strange "coincidences", narrow escapes, animal and spirit communiques, and so on. But he passed them by... these Signs were not important to him. These Signs were not a million dollars in cash, a new car, beautiful women putting out for him, a nice house, lots of booze and drugs.... so the Signs were not real to him. He inclined towards materialism, and disregarded God as a patron. So, Satan stepped in instead, and became his friend.

"Here we fucking go about Satan again," he said. "I'm sick of hearing about Satan! Where the fuck is he?"

"That's right!" Satan whispered in his thoughts. "Don't believe! Just do whatever you want to do."

If it had been the Will of God, God should have elevated him with God's Signs. But he inclined to the earth. His similitude is that of a dog: if you attack it, it lolls out its tongue. If you leave it alone, it lolls out its tongue. It doesn't make any difference, whether you try to guide this person to God, or not. What matters to him is fulfilling his desires, nothing else.