“I
have been dancing to this insane silence for a while now. Those – the cynics
who used to sing of the perfect world turn inward to silence as I being to
dance. It seems rudimentary to me, their state of mind. I could create a
universe. But then why would I when I could dance around, splash about, spoil
someone else’s.”
They came from two
different worlds – the authors of destiny in this universe. They went around
looking for echoes of voices that according to them should have existed – but
were instead seamlessly drowned in a metaphysical carnage – a murder of
every day everyday. So they decided to turn it around. They decided - because
they could - that they would engage themselves forever in an inescapable
servitude. To me, they came and whispered, “we’re going to be the gods of this
universe. May you wish to live in exile, you’re free to leave – attempt and
create a new world just like us – but we cannot offer you a stake in this –
this one is ours. May you choose to stay – you’ll never again have the power to
question us.”
Just as often it
happens, the wiser do perform the most stupid of moves. Still a stupid move is
better than a foolish one. I, along with a few others, made the right decision
and the wrong choice. We were all stupid enough not to let any single person
take control. We were now exiled from the world you know. Now, we were stuck in
eternity – free as anyone could ever be, ageless – condemned to freedom indeed
– condemned to power too. We could have done anything we wished. We couldn’t
make a decision off infinite choices.
After about 3
centuries of pondering we landed at a consensus. And as we did, I burst out in
laughter. This laughter was of utmost significance. But no one seemed to pay
attention. They all just stared with scorn. The most complicated of the
problems have the simplest of solutions – but we often doubt their efficacy.
Why, you ask! It’s simple – because it’s simple.
We decided to create
a new world – an illusion of a new world to be precise. The greatest democracy
in the cosmos since its creation – a universe where no one would serve no one
and yet everyone will be the most powerful. We decided to let each one of us
create a world with the rest of us as humans. We made everyone everyone else’s god.
It was decided that we would all fall asleep for eternity and would lucidly
dream of a universe where everyone else was a mere projection of their
memories. It wasn’t easier for everyone to accept this. Some even chose to
remain in exile and come up with a better solution.
Since then we have
been resting peacefully – asleep in a sweet surrender to the illusion of being
a god. But recently something unexpected happened - one of us – well, I - woke
up. I woke up because I had served my purpose as god – in my universe I had
nothing left to do. What is the purpose of a god, you may ask. Let me explain.
To begin with let me
introduce you to my own little paradox of ultimate existence. It is a silent
war between submission and absolute freedom. How did I come about this? I myself
was the one to suggest the solution to the ultimate problem of each of us being
gods. But I was the one most against it. I could not stand the idea of being a
slave to all of them, in all of their worlds. I despised the thought. I
abhorred the concept – and that is why I put it forward – because I knew it
would be accepted – and for that I abhorred them all.
I was the last one to
fall asleep – I saw all that they dreamed of. Some were overridden by idealism
and attempted at creating a peaceful world - Some on the other hand, tyrannous
as they were, dreamed of everyone else at their misery. But what do most do
with absolute freedom – they dwell into the ordinary, become complacent – even
if they are gods. So most just went on imagining a ‘normal’ world – just like
the one you know.
I on the other side
of general conceptualization of power, remembered something from my human life.
I knew that power unless seamless, and effortless was no power at all. I
decided to create lawless perfection, a world of crystal - flawless and yet
fragile. I had to.
I imagined a universe
tantamount to eternity. I figured out a way to deceive everyone into believing
that they were still living outside time. In my world, where I was god – there
was no one god. In this sublevel of cosmos, in this method of existence – once
again I made everyone everyone else’s god.
I imagined a world of
infinite gods – where no one was more powerful – in a way that everyone was
ultimately powerful - where anyone could do anything. I burdened everyone’s
projected conscience with the ultimate responsibility – the choice from
infinite options. In this world my personal projection was in no way superior.
This was the only way I could achieve my purpose. In this world of gods, to
which I was the god, I was in fact just a god.
So, while all others
thought of a world of humans with themselves as superior to everyone. I
contained and locked away my true imagination, my instinctual drive in a box of
black. I imagined a world of gods – a duplication of how the cosmos was really meant
to be. I created a perfect world by imitating the most criticized and yet the
most fundamental design. How this world would survive, you may ask. It
wouldn’t.
Now that I have woken
up, I stand in eternity – where all other gods lay motionless, entrapped in
their personal wills, influenced by me. In the humanistic understanding of
power, you could say that I have established my control everywhere, forever.
Where all the gods of the ultimate reality fell to the simplest trick – where
they were so overtaken by the idea of ultimate power that they mistook my
laughter of wickedness for mockery, I can claim to be the ultimate god.
And for the world
that I created – that I imagined – no longer needs my presence, I would leave it
to itself. I have left my imagination to linger in eternity to test what it is
capable of. Let them figure out a solution for what they would do in a world of
infinite gods – which in fact doesn’t even exist.
“From the diary of a
god who thinks his world exists”
-
The ultimate god.
“Uh...
wait a minute..”
TO BE FOLLOWED BY THE NEXT BIG BANG.
