Ask a stupid question, and you will fall into a regress – a simple logical process. And once you receive the answer that God created the world, then you have to define God.

Nobody has seen God – all definitions are inventions. If horses were going to define God he would be a horse, a good Arabian horse. He cannot be a man, certainly not a man, because man has been such a pain in the neck to all the horses that they are fed up; they cannot accept man as a god.

I am reminded of a small child who used to go with his father to the park for a morning walk. There was a statue of Napoleon Bonaparte sitting on his horse, and the child was always enchanted. He looked up, and he asked, “What is it?”

The father explained that it was Napoleon Bonaparte, one of the heroes of history.

Soon the father was going to be transferred to another town. The boy said, “Before we leave, I would like to see Napoleon Bonaparte.” The father took him there. With tears in his eyes, the boy said to his father, “Father, I can understand Napoleon Bonaparte is a great hero – but who is that guy sitting on him? That fool, continuously, twenty-four hours a day, is sitting on my Napoleon Bonaparte.”

The father could not believe that he was thinking the horse was Napoleon Bonaparte! But children have their own visions, their own ideas.

There are three hundred religions in the world, and every religion has a different definition of God. Certainly, three hundred definitions cannot be true. Yes, three hundred definitions can all be untrue – and they are untrue. It is just because you accepted God as the creator that you got into a fix. Now you have to define God; now you have to say when he created the world.

Christians say he created the world four thousand and four years before Jesus Christ was born. I assume it must have been Monday, the first of January. But the question arises: before four thousand years ago, for eternity, what was this God doing? He seems to be a really lazy guy! It took eternity for him to decide to create the world, and then he has created this mess!

One of my friends was going on a tour. He had ordered from the tailor a beautiful coat to be made – the winter was coming, and he was in a hurry. He said to the tailor, “Make it in one week’s time. And don’t be tricky; don’t try to find any excuses. In one week’s time you have to make the coat.”

The man said, “I can make it in one day – but just see outside: God made the world in six days, and what is the world? – it is an utter mess! If I make your coat in one week it will be an utter mess. That will be your responsibility. I am a poor tailor; if God could not manage, how can I manage? Give me time! The coat will be ready when you are back from your trip; then it will be perfect.”