If I was god, I too would create a universe
if one did not exist. An act that I could not state with honesty
or accuracy could be motivated by anything other than my want.
A place necessarily born through my desire to create it, and not for the purpose, benefit
or function of anything within it, for all else is simply the product.
An unbelievably powerful act, but only if viewed with anthropocentrism in your eyes.
To me, it would not be powerful, or anything else. It would do nothing to denote my strength,
for I, and it would have nothing of contrast. As all adjectives concerning me and mine must
suffocate in my incomparable void. It would simply be an act of which I’m capable.
I too would create stars and planets and oceans and time and matter. But will do so in perfect
knowledge of their inevitability. Life will be created not by the click of my
fingers, or the plucking of ribs, but in the same way all the universe emerges. Through
the meticulous reordering of energy and matter. Everything constructed with character, stewarded
by laws and rules to distinguish it. Gravity attracting, time flowing, atmosphere generating,
life breathing, life decaying. Simplicity becoming complex, inevitably, and
slowly. Slow to you, but an instant to me, as the last moment of time was fashioned in
the same instance as the first. Time appearing as a mystical, unpredictable
force, but is as prescribed as the mass of particles, and the force of gravity. It is
not distinct, but is engrained within everything. Future and past sharing with dimension, and
colour, and temperature and all else. A perfect arena in which infinite possibilities
appear obvious, yet I know not to be true. Only an incompetent watchmaker could create
a watch, and be surprised by its function. If I was god, I could not escape the knowledge
of my design. Life hasn’t invented the wheel, or cars, or
computers, they are points that have been arrived at, as water arrives at the sea by
following its nature. But life will continue with glee to unearth and piece together the
building blocks laid out, following an enthusiastic path of preordination and instinct.
If I was god, I would not contemptibly create a life that I know would inevitably do as
I designed it to. Then punish it for doing so.
I would not extend punishment to all who follow, generation after indebted generation.
I would not entrap stooges in desperate attempts to convince people of myself.
I would not appear to people in one discrete part of the world, then rely upon flawed,
fallible natures to disseminate my apparent word. An edited word that can flip between
literal and metaphorical depending on need and interpretation.
I would not visit you, adorned as flesh and blood to evoke your emotion, or blackmail
those who draw caution, or reward those who don’t. Emotions and belief change, but they
are not choices, they are inevitable products of programming and environment.
The universe I create would manifest many species throughout its process, one not being
inherently superior to the other but simply being of a different branch. But their design
will necessitate them to rival. All species exhibiting and exploiting niches
in my world, but the journey is a convoluted one. In one instance a species will find favour
and fortune within the environment, the next they will languish terminally behind. But
they will all be connected. Despite the objective parity, some will arrive
at the ability to place themselves at the centre of my creation, but they are not. I
would offer no greater bias or favouritism to them, than I would to any joule of energy
or arrangement of atoms within my creation. If I was god, I would not be impressed by,
or find favour with demonstrations of ritual, nor commitment to credulity.
I will not become teary eyed and succumb to the impassioned pleas of the dying and persecuted.
Not because I wish to see suffering, or to sadistically toy, but because the concept
is vacuous. Morality and emotion is cultivated by brains
and bodies throughout life’s journey. It is important, but only if you are embedded in
life’s interactions. Why would I exist as anything more than an
impassive entity? A human in all but my ability to create existence and to provide answer
when one is yet to be found? Morality is a perspective. It cannot be enshrined
in stone, but will sway and move as time moves. It comes from the blueprint of interactions
with others over the entirety of evolution. If I was god, acts would have to manifest,
inevitably, nothing more. This is the nature of the universe. Energy
must transfer and will do so without prejudice or discrimination.
If I was god, I would question my own existence. I would question why an infinite universe
had not preceded me. I’d question why I preferred to instigate a universe than maintain nothingness,
a universe in which I can be offered no surprises and will remain impassive towards.
If I was god, I’d be perplexed to the necessity of my purpose.
If I was god, I probably wouldn’t exist.