“[A] God who cures us of the flu at the right time, or who bids us get into a carriage at the exact moment when a downpour commences, ought to be such an absurd God to us that he would have to be done away with even if he existed. God as a domestic servant, as a postman, as an almanac-make…[God], a word for the stupidest kind of accidents…”
–Friedrich Nietzsche, The Anti-Christ
Sharp and Pointed 