The more reviled the Creator, Rémi says, the less He owes his subjects, the more robust and unrestrained He becomes. The contempt in which He is held, the isolation it imposes: well, Rémi says, it all only opens up opportunities for communion among the other castaways, among the exiled, looked after by our Mother, the patron saint of soul-searching.
He smirks. But maybe that's just rationalization, he says; maybe that is how I justify my actions. Perhaps I simply do evil unto others as I wish others would do unto me.