Have you ever thought about what it might be like to be God? Many of us have our fantasies. Fantasies of power and greatness. Fantasies of how we would change things, how we would make it all better. Have you given it much thought to what being god may actually be like though?
Alone in the void. All of time and space are yours. Perhaps you aren’t sure how you got there or why, but you exist and you always will. Watching all of the stars and heavenly bodies grow old and die and be reborn again. Eventually you realize that you are all alone. All of the heavens are yours and nowhere among them can you find anything like you. Not a God or a person, an ant or a blade of grass. Not even something that has been touched by another conscious being.
Suddenly, infinite space has become a small prison cell. And all of eternity has been reduced to a brief moment. The moment you realized that for all eternity, you will be completely alone. Each moment is exactly the same as the next now. Can you imagine such a horrible fate?
So you decide to create life. Soon you realize that you cannot truly create it. In order for it to be life, it must be conscious. It must be able to choose and to know that it is choosing. Unconscious life, after all, is just moving energy like a rock or a sun. It can never know you. Slaves and automaton’s likewise will never truly be your companions, because they cannot choose to be with you. In order to make true companions, they must be able to choose to be with you, which means they can choose to hate you just as well.
How ironic that these worthless meatbags that only exist for a brief moment can give the ultimate being the one thing that he can never truly have. The one thing that he needs the most. The only thing in all of space and time that is worth his while. Love.
I weep for God.