You create a planet and people to populate it. You hand everything over to them and tell them to enjoy every incredible thing you’ve lovingly designed.

Just one thing you ask of them: that they manage it ‘all’ on your behalf and keep your wishes in mind.

So, here they are, a long time later – the year 2009 to be exact.

And they’re in a mighty mess. Seems they’ve had a ball with your ‘all’; raided the piggy bank and smashed it to smithereens.

So, they have a conference to discuss policies of desperation.

Well, three conferences to be exact. Not only have they forgotten you but they’ve fallen out with each other and divided into a colourful kaleidoscope of opinions.

The Yellow group’s conference comes and goes with liberal words of wisdom, yet no mention of you, the Original Giver.

The following week, the Reds have a ball in Brighton and again they think it all belongs to them and fail to consult you, though the leader says his dad used to preach about you.

This week, it’s been the Blues’ turn. They claim to conserve the old traditions and principles yet draw the line at going as far back as you.

In fact, all three parties agree on one thing: If anybody came up with a policy that did you; that did the Giver, the Origin, the Designer – GOD for short – they'd be laughed at.

After having made such a pig’s ear of politics, economics and banking isn’t it reasonable to return to our Origins to seek advice?