Two teachers

I teach God the art of flattery so that He can direct it towards me. God teaches me the art of archery so that I can pierce the veil of ignorance.

I teach God unconditionally hundreds of ways of deception. God teaches me sleeplessly the secrets of perfection.

God tells me not to think too much. If I do so, He says, I shall unmistakably sink. I tell God that if He ever cares for a cup of inconscience-drink, then I am all ready. He can get it from me for the asking.