God grabbed a forty year old man at random and held him at eye level by the scruff of his neck.
``See this?'' he said. He was gesturing at a mountain of white, ice like solids.
``Uh,'' said the man.
``Thats all the excess carbon dioxide you've put out so far. That's your personal contribution to global warming. What do you think of that?''
``Uh,'' said the man, who felt he might well be experiencing a heart attack and wasn't really listening.
``And this here,'' said God, ``this here is the excess carbon dioxide produced by industry and agriculture to keep you clothed and fed and sheltered and transported and educated and entertained. What do you think of that?''
``Uh.''
``So how do you justify yourself?'' asked God, ``what have you done to contribute to the health and welfare of your planet?''
``Uh. Well, isn't that your job?''
``What are you talking about? My job?''
``Well, can't you control it all? Fix stuff?''
``You mean that stuff about my knowing when each sparrow falls? Pardon me. For your information I may be infinite but I have no clue how many sparrows are falling at any particular moment. Sure I get statistics on a regular basis, but you better remember that because I created it doesn't mean I can control it. Can parents control their children? I certainly hope not. That wasn't my plan...''
``See those wheat fields over there? That's all the flour you've consumed, and here are the corn fields. Do you want to see the cows and chickens?''
``No, no...that's enough.''
God gave the man a final shake.
``Go tell your friends and neighbors to get responsible!''
The man jumped to his feet and brushed himself off.
``Don't depend on it,'' he said.