And thus spoke God to the spirit of man, “Rise now, O spirit, and take the mantle of flesh and bone” and the spirit cowered in the shadows, crying, “You are no God of mine, my God is benevolent and omniscient and not a bent old man in tattered raiment”. Then the old man threw back the hood of his raiment and laughed thunderously, a laugh that shook the foundations of the hallway where spirit and God stood. A light emanated from the formerly tattered cloak that hung to Him in rags and the spirit gazed in undisguised wonder at the shimmering aurora in which God now stood.
“Come and sit with me awhile, tell me about your sojourn in the forgotten lands…” God smiled at the spirit that hovered in great agitation some paces away. “I’d speak about my time if you would tell why you forsook man and the secret of the kaleidoscope…” the spirit countered.
Nevertheless, the spirit followed God up the steps to his oaken chair and hovered near His side. Sometime later, God snapped out of his reverie and clapped his hands, seeming genuinely pleased, “Always drove a hard bargain, did man, well now that you are in my halls, maybe it is better that I tell you everything…”
He started, “You know, all those religions on the world that you created, I really enjoyed most of them, they were all true, somewhat. Sometimes I was the sun while at others the moon, at one time, I was even the fire in the heart of the Tree of Drusanthia and often I was conceived to be omniscient and omnipotent. To some extent, I was all this and to another greater extent, I wasn’t. While man was whining in the comfort of his home about God having forsaken him after every calamity, while I was sweating after saving him from half a dozen other calamities.”
The spirit interrupted, “What calamities, couldn’t you just have avoided all of them?”God laughed, “You mean just like that, with the snap of my fingers? I couldn’t, even if I wanted to; there are other powers that I answer to. You see, I am not alone, I am one of a race of colonials, we all have our territories demarcated, but oft times we attack each other’s territories by virtue of our people and what humans, in their latter years, so fondly called technological progress. That was how Earth ended, didn’t you know”, here God paused and looked at the spirit in astonishment.
The spirit shuffled, as if in great unease, before replying, “We didn’t know much about the end of the world, it was, well, sudden, there were these explosions and earthquakes and it seemed the ground beneath our feet had split into two, they said the spirit of the world was dead. It was somewhat different from all the visions of apocalypse that humans had painted.”
God was silent for awhile then as if pondering a question of great gravity. Finally he sighed and looked up, “During all these years of human evolution, I was planning for multiversal dominion, but humans were easily swayed and when finally human race was almost ready, the other races were far ahead already and that was it really, the end of the world.”
The spirit was bemused. “So you mean to say that it was all a war of domination?” the spirit demanded incredulously.
God replied, with a twinkle in his eye, “But you should know better dear spirit, it is your nature as much as it is mine, bloodshed and gullibility…”
The spirit asked somewhat weakly, “And what about the kaleidoscope…”
“This kaleidoscope that you see around me? Oh its nothing, just a piece I saved from the Northern Lights, it took quite a bit of my time to create that in the beginning, very pretty, eh?”
The spirit silently turned away and floated away with faltering steps away from the hallway, God stroked his chin knowingly with a gleam in his eye, “How easily deceived, oh, how easily…”
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