No, the idea of a benevolent god was very much an exception

No, the idea of a benevolent god was very much an exception in the enormous pantheon of gods that people had invented over the course of human history.

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In "The Novel Habits of Happiness," Alexander McCall Smith discusses the concept of deities throughout history, noting that most gods human beings have created are not characterized by benevolence. Instead, they often embody more complex and sometimes harsh traits, reflecting the varied cultures and experiences of their worshippers. The narrative emphasizes that the idea of a kind and caring god is a rarity within this vast array of divine figures.

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