The bells are already been rung, and they’ve heard it. Out in the dark, among the stars. Ding dong, the God is dead.
You will fly to him, and you will battle him to the death. Black and blue. Fight night! The greatest gladiator match in the history of the world. God versus man. Day versus night. Son of Krypton versus Bat of Gotham!
You don’t have to use the silver bullet, but if you forge one… Well, then… We don’t have to depend upon the kindness of monsters.
What we call God depends upon our tribe, Clark Jo. Because God is tribal. God takes sides. No man in the sky intervened when I was a boy to deliver me from daddy’s fist and abominations. I’ve figured it out way back, if God is all powerful, He cannot be all good. And if He is all good, then He cannot be all powerful. And neither can you be.