created in his image
The Creator awoke one day and looked down upon all that existed before Him, as He had done so everyday since the dawn of the ages. He gazed upon the rolling hills that stretched to eternity and the rocky peaks that climbed beyond the heavens; emerald fields which shimmered under cool breezes, gentle winds that meandered through the valleys and forests and carried to Him the very perfume of creation: every wild flowering plant, explosive in colour and festive in fruit; the beasts, of every hide and skill, the prides and their prey; everything that pulsed with nectar and blood, a harmonious and wonderous testament to His benevolence and grace.
He looked upon the awesome beauty that was his domain and was filled with gladness. But as the gusts ebbed, the strange but lately familiar feeling came to Him again. Was there something still amiss? Once more, He peered into the vast expanse of existence. It was as an artist poring over a masterwork, convinced of the perfection hidden in just one last secret stroke. And then He saw the imperfection which had been veiled to His utopist eye. In the far-flung crevices of His domain, lay disease and famine, cancers that blemished an immaculate existence. But how could this be, when all He had known and willed was only goodness? For the first time, He felt uncertainty and fear.
And so The Creator decided to create one last time. It would be a creature that would quell these new emotions that plagued His heart and mind like the disease and famine. So in His infinite mind, He willed forth a perfect creature of unprecedented might and wisdom. A creature that He would entrust to watch over all of existence, who would be a shepherd to His flocks and a keeper of His gardens. He would give him dominion over everything, to watch and care for it, and attribute to him the power to regulate the seasons and the tides. But most importantly, he would be the ultimate cure for His uncertainty and fear, to whom He would turn to in times of trouble.
He created him in a fitting image: His own. And Man named him "God."
He looked upon the awesome beauty that was his domain and was filled with gladness. But as the gusts ebbed, the strange but lately familiar feeling came to Him again. Was there something still amiss? Once more, He peered into the vast expanse of existence. It was as an artist poring over a masterwork, convinced of the perfection hidden in just one last secret stroke. And then He saw the imperfection which had been veiled to His utopist eye. In the far-flung crevices of His domain, lay disease and famine, cancers that blemished an immaculate existence. But how could this be, when all He had known and willed was only goodness? For the first time, He felt uncertainty and fear.
And so The Creator decided to create one last time. It would be a creature that would quell these new emotions that plagued His heart and mind like the disease and famine. So in His infinite mind, He willed forth a perfect creature of unprecedented might and wisdom. A creature that He would entrust to watch over all of existence, who would be a shepherd to His flocks and a keeper of His gardens. He would give him dominion over everything, to watch and care for it, and attribute to him the power to regulate the seasons and the tides. But most importantly, he would be the ultimate cure for His uncertainty and fear, to whom He would turn to in times of trouble.
He created him in a fitting image: His own. And Man named him "God."
Yoz!!! did you write this yourself? your ang mo so chem! - eil
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