Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Okay, in short. God/Grand Architect/Fate/Whatever says: "I will create an enormous thing, twisting and twirling, bending time and matter, insane with grinding everything into a dangerous, challenging soup. I will make things so large nothing can travel them and so small nothing can conquer them. I will put them all to war. And then I will create a meager, multiplying creature with just enough intelligence to try and fix it. I will sit back, give them some time, and watch what they do. If they best my design, I will retire. My one good intention will become complete."

Now I should probably put this in a poem. Only I have a job to do.