On the seventh day of the creation of our world, when the divine sat down in the oversized rocking chair filled with goose-down pillows to rest, universal spammers continued to try and blast through our atmosphere like a Perseid fireball meteor . The divine watched with amusement. Yes, the planetary firewall was created well and configured without any inherent flaw, he thought to himself.
This thought was accompanied by a part of himself that he preferred to disown. So he jettisoned it out into the universe. Unfortunately, he forgot about the force of gravity he had imparted upon the earth a day or two earlier, to keep it all together. The part of himself he preferred to disown, went spinning through our atmosphere. And mixed with all of life. He had tried to catch it with a subtle telekinesis. But the softness of the goosedown beneath him, urged him back to resting easy.
The half-breed spammers turned red with anger and green with envy, as they watched pride fall easily through the planetary firewall and mix with human life, on earth, while all their acme spam-bombs burned up, incendiary, before they reached us.
Thus the common sentiment across our world: Merci Dieu! (often accompanied by the formerly disinherited part of the divine). We can thank God.
Once god as we know god, sifts through the twenty-first century mail and gets to our planet earth, after the sun and mercury have been addressed, he will certainly have paid google or microsoft or a professional hacker to have configured the firewall rules to block all spammers from the gates of the infamous and untrackable by gps location we oversimplify as heaven, and rerouted and folded them back to source, into spam.