The intelligent designer created us perfect. No really.
No no no, you don’t understand. You see, we were *created* perfect but were *rendered* imperfect because, um, of the corrupt world and because Eve ate an apple, but that’s not to be taken literally, it’s a metaphor for how, er, somehow God is required to allow us to become imperfect, even though it’s also his will and part of the plan, because otherwise we won’t be free which is somehow also part of his plan. See? It all makes, er, perfect sense. See? (Although don’t forget that he *hates* our imperfection too. But that’s OK because he loves us, although not enough to forgive us for being imperfect, unless we drop his son’s name, which is somehow also part of his plan. See?)
