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                       Relative Perspective.

 

I was happy enough, as all I had ever done was simply sit, enjoying nothingness and infinity by myself. I had never come to define myself as alone, as being the only being since I dare to recall, singular had never occurred to me.

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That was until I saw existence enter my reality.

My first thought was wonder. I saw such beautiful light. Colours I had no knowledge of. Matter and anti-matter that gave form to everything. My nothingness had become illustrated, full and alive. Stars, halos, illuminated clouds burst and flew into my view. Strangely, I began to feel unhappy. A twist in my innards gave me a hard, bitter chill; I had been alone, singular, for all infinity.

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As I sat, a lonely speck of dust bobbed and weaved through the air in front of me; my heart pounded with excitement. I held out my hand, allowing this small companion of mine a fingers tip to settle on. I watched in amazement, could this be real? How, or why had this happen, I did not know.

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Gazing closer, I began to understand that my dust speck was not completely void nor uninhabited. I saw movement, life and mobility. Organisms that had apparently sprung also from nothingness; I could not deny, that at that exact moment I felt connection. I was not happy, no, the emotion that filled my entirety was so much more. What I felt for my new companions was love. And I would do anything to protect them, and keep them safe.

Could this be my reason, my purpose? Perhaps, I pondered, a higher power had plans for me all along.

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A moment passed by, I noticed that my children I had adopted had created heat. Fire. Structures rose and fell. Roads, rails, pathways. Homes, hospitals, hotels. Churches and chapels. I witnessed these lifeforms of mine, gather in their millions, flock together and worship me. Thank me for my love. It was perfection until I saw them divide under my name. they became angry, separated and hostile. Suddenly wars were fought, thousands died in conflict. Thousands more from hunger. Millions turned violent, billions chose corruption. The love in my heart wavered, draining, hate filled the space it left behind. It became unbearable.

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This is not what I wanted. I had realised that loneliness had been my friend, but had I been better off then, than I was now. I agonised over this for the next few millennia. I would either try to save my children from themselves, or destroy them all.

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Possibly, I decided, I was better off alone.

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