#god from the preacher. but what if all creation was god splitting from the trauma of being completley alone

[lightgreypurpleteal]

Before the begining there was nothing. 

It stayed that way for a long, long time. But honestly, It was blissfully unaware. Simply being. Simply present. 

Until It tripped over itself and thought,

“wait. What was that?”

…

“Oh fuck, thats Me!”

It became aware that It was there.

“what freedom! To Be!,” It thought. “ I would much rather To Be, than Not To Be,”

Merrily it thought. It thought and thought and thought, until It thought every thought there was to think. Then it started to do something preposteros… It started to want.

It wanted… something else to think about. Nothing came to mind. Hmmm. maybe even,,, someone else to think With! What a great idea, It thought. 

It suddenly became aware that It was completely alone. 

It turns out, Alone is a very painful thing to be.

Of course, then came the frantic questions:

where am I? 

Where did I come from? 

Why am I here?

But there was no answer.

There was no reprieve, just more of the same. Every moment, the pain and despair grew greater, for eons, until It got so great, something broke.

A Bang Errupted. 

Let There Be Light, thought the universe. From that moment on, Creation was no longer One.