unedited draft, ponderings on 'Weilian' theology

First and foremost, this is written in memory of Simone Weil.
God created through a means of seld-delimitation, yes: due to the presupposition that God is originally all, God had indeed to create through withdrawal. God created man by ripping up a void in the cosmos, a void which we call the holy spirit, a restless presence bundled in flesh and sinew as to roam and vibrate with experience. Since we are these products of the withdrawal of divine influence, we are as well beyond the reach of divine providence: we are born into a sort of damned existence, a position of hopeless responsibility, for as we are nothing and as we possess no experience prior birth, we do not owe to original sin our sinfulness but to the actions we carve, as if chiseling solid rock, out of the void of inaccessible stars, parasitic posture and celebrity, divine and omnibenevolent perfection and into a most precious figurine - that of authenticity and rugged self-overcoming! Since we are a product of divine withdrawal, we are not holy, we are everything but holy by default, for if creation is indeed conceived this way, as necessarily containing the potential for evil - since we can not be holy, given the very absence of it, and therefore excused from evil - then there is no paradox of theodicy, because the human being is the entering-gate of evil into the world which was perfect before she found it lying around; this does not as well constitute a breach of God's omnipotence, since God is not within the human being, and therefore having essentially detached its own energy from it. A potent question arises: might a perfect God create an imperfect thing? I say, only from withdrawing out of the thing which it creates. 

God does not afflict suffering upon the human soul, God merely appropriates the proclivities of the human soul to detect it. God does not afflict; God merely reveals. A poem wroth with love may reveal to you the wisdoms of romance, but it is never the poem which breaks your heart and leaves your soul in weeping; likewise, a God wroth with love may reveal to you the fullest trepidations of passion, but this God does not create these delightful angsts of the soul, rather God breaks the mirror between worlds and forces your eyes open to sorrows of man - but God never creates them. This is not the regulatory nature of the metaphysics of God as I conceptualize it. It seems only some human beings are capable of endurance of angst; the angst is there for everybody, but only the toughest soul chooses to see it, unveil it from the cerecloth it shudders beneath! There are very often these human beings who are precisely the least deserving of this angst, for their hearts are often strong and authentic, and their souls are gapes of kenosis, an emptiness which magnetizes the dread and horror of existence, both ephemeral and corporeal, since they are quintessentially prone to these phenomena of spiritual realization; such physical and mental anguish scourges the very soul - but it is said that not even this torturous affliction of the lone soul may give an echo vibrant enough to reach even the ear of some far, far away God - which, even if possessing the utility and the power of the divine providence, would not come to use it for the reason of putting to peace the screechings of a simple, tortured human.