The Almighty starts over

The Almighty watched as his first creation killed itself in front of Him.

The populations of all of the collective worlds in its closely-clustered galaxies inflicted nothing but war and other horrors on each other at the end of its life.

And to be honest, a small part of Him felt relief seeing it go for a brief moment.

But, it didn’t start that way.

In the beginning, With a thread shining with His glory, the Almighty had woven first the outline of the entire universe. Carefully, He leaned in and made sure all of the lines and details of its form matched what He intended.

Over that, He laid in the matter of each cluster of planets, of every star and of every little speck in space.

When he was satisfied, He snapped his fingers, and they all produced light. With His worlds illuminated, He turned His focus on the living beings that would populate and control the planets. The Ancient of Days molded each like clay to look like himself. He bestowed them with some of his own grace and charm.

When they were ready and He was ready, he spread his hands over his creation and said, “Let there be life.”

And there was.

All at once, billions of people — fully-formed and what we would consider to be “adults” — opened their eyes for the first time.

While the Creator had expected them to be happy upon waking to existence, instead, they were horrified.

Who were they?

What are these other things around them?

Who is He?

That’s when he realized his first mistake: They didn’t have His knowledge.

Unfortunately, He had not created the little gods he had intended.

Instead, they were, in essence, babies in grown-up shells.

So, he addressed his children for the first time: “Do not be afraid.”

And they listened to their Father.

He taught them how to live, how to build communities and how to take care of their worlds.

If they needed Him, He came to them to give them help.

When they called out for Him, he always answered.

But, they grew gluttonous when it came to His attention. Their dependence became a poison.

They called on Him day and night. Throughout each world, daily, they begged him to do both trivial and monumental things for them.

And He did.

The Almighty ran himself ragged giving His children everything they desired in order to make them happy.

However, did they praise him for it? At first.

But then, over time, they started to expect it, and you don’t praise people for things you expect them to do.

In fact, they started complaining and berating him if things weren’t done fast enough. Billions of voices periodically screaming out into the sky telling God to suck a dick or go fuck himself rang out throughout the day.

Yet, He’d apologize and still do what they needed.

Though this would have been profoundly sad to witness, their cold-hearted nature isn’t what led to the death of all of His worlds.

Jealousy did that.

At some point on each of them — on some worlds at the same point in time and others years to centuries before or after the others — nations became convinced that He helped the others more. Somehow, at least one, would tell its people that God had forsaken them and was giving more to the rest of the world.

They used this to make weapons of destruction, because if nothing else, they’d have retribution for such a slight — even at the hand of the Almighty.

Once that step was complete, it was only a matter of time after that until they attacked someone. That nation would, in turn, retaliate. Then, those nation’s allies got involved. By the end, all of them were involved in all worlds.

God screamed for them to stop. With his hand He wiped the nations that had started the wars from the face of their earths. But, He was too late. He waited too long to cut off the infected part. It had already spread.

So, from a distance in the dark beyond the edge of His universe, God watched his creation kill itself. He watched every flash of nuclear bombs. Like a hawk, he tuned in on every contorted and terrified face of His children dying in the streets.

And he opened his ears to every single cry in pain and for help throughout the whole process — until there weren’t any more.

Then, darkness overtook all of existence again.

And He stood in it for — well, time didn’t exist yet. Could have been just a few days, years or eons. It didn’t matter.

For the first time, He felt despair.

His mistakes constantly flooded his mind. The faces of his children in their dying moments looking up at Him, pleading for Him to save them consistently flashed before his eyes as if it was happening all over again.

The King of Kings failed his people.

The omnipotent felt impotent.

But, then.

A thought occurred.

Despair turned into hope.

Mistakes turned into revisions.

And as life returned to the eyes of the Almighty, he spoke out into the darkness.

“Let there be light.”