No More
No longer will I suffer this mortality.
No more of my incompetent boss stealing ideas and thunder all over. No more paycheck to paycheck.
Bills? No. I've had it. Never again.
Now it seems I can do something about this miserable way I existed.
I will make the perfect world.
There must be a way to fix this mess, because at the end of the day, this is a messy way to be. Most would agree with me, and the few that wouldn't are probably far too privileged anyway.
This will be my Utopia. Everybody will love it.
But first, I must know.
Once I realized that needing just one more minute of sleep meant that Time would wait for me, I began to flex this new muscle.
Hungry? Rather than eat French cuisine or extinct dishes, the hunger left me entirely. I need to eat about as much as a fish needs feathers.
No thirst, no desire, no worry, no anxiety. I remember my entire life in perfect detail and if I focus a bit more I can remember even further back. Way further.
Yes. But before I make this new world, some answers.
How deep is the sea? What did the first rain on Earth sound like? Do dogs love us really? What about cats? What does the Sun sound like? Where does space end? How will the Universe end? Where else is Life?
I asked, and I knew.
Not only did I know, I felt like I had always known.
Oh no.
My curiosity, like a match hitting water, died.
My vision of the perfect world now looked like the most mundane, unimaginative thing I had ever conceived.
Humans living like sheep, all their concerns addressed, their fears overcome, their curiosity much like mine, quenched, would likely walk around glassy-eyed just waiting to die. Then what? Usher them into a similarly mundane afterlife?
Denying Humans their illusion of free will will only dull their taste of life. Yet my Utopian vision has no room for "free will". Things will never change if they keep making the same stupid decisions and mistakes that they always have.
But I don't want a planetary ant farm either, where the ants have nothing to do other than...be.
The Cosmic boredom creeps in.
Stars, planets, black holes, comets and all other things that humans are yet to discover or even comprehend are as fascinating to me as a wooden doll to a teenager...with an iPhone.
Something is off though.
Earth is screaming. The humans cannot sit still.
They all lament, cry, weep and pray for some divine intervention to their woes. Disease, hunger, money, some more wisdom and...an end to traffic? Seriously?
I lean in to help where I can but quickly realize something.
This is fascinating!
Able to see the whole picture, I see that with them and within them, humans have all the solutions to their problems with them. They always have!
Sure, they are constantly hindered by doubt, opportunism and utter recklessness among other things but, they don't need me. Just some time.
What type of power is this?
How many other suckers got trapped into this "power" only to realize that you can only observe?
And yet, humans and their lamentations and idiocy and cruelty and some catastrophic decision making; are the only interesting thing to see here.
They are all that can be enjoyed here. To fix them would be to condemn myself to the endless nothing.
The Old God and I sit at the edge of the universe, watching.
"Don't you want to make things better?' He asks.
"No."
"Don't you feel selfish watching them suffer without intervention?"
"I'd rather be selfish than be timelessly bored as a steward of Nothing." I respond in resignation.
There is nothing meaningful I can change.
Maybe this is what perfection looks like after all, if you are not one of those pesky humans that is.