Illusion of True Power/True Illusion of Power

“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.