meh, said God -

he stood … atop another world another … promethean creation ineffable beauty and innovation spread at his feet like a glorious carpet of progress a macrocosm of concept and imagination that surprised even HIM he had, again, exceeded his own undefinable ingenuity and prospect and the result took his breath but are gods truly thus if they’re unpredictable stochastic, even - if they’re capable of astonishment?!? he must have expected this deep-down … what’s the point of genesis if it’s not to improve or at least applaud? he spread his arms and gaze swept it all in with a breath such incredible accomplishment such grace and grandeur yet … now must come the little creatures to behold it all to adulate and worship to extoll what was to him but a waggle of his finger poor little things he pitied them, really (though he thought THEM marvels … once) to be so … insignificant - so lamentable and small and … well … limited … but they DID serve an objective for without their rather pathetic existence he’d be left with a question unanswerable only one … why?? Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 18, 2023