In the beginning…
…there was nothing.
The supreme deity everyone referred to as “God” came into existence by accident.
There was a rip, a tear, in the fabric of the universe, causing this “God”—or energy (as this is more scientifically accurate), to be sucked into this blank void that was our world.
The energy was not pleased with the pure darkness, for it was positive—it was light.
When the tear closed, the energy expanded farther than the eye could see until it burst open: spreading stars, planets, and galaxies across the sky.
Each planet had its own purpose; and one planet specifically intrigued the energy, so it let its powers rush down onto the blue and green planet and with it, the energy broke off pieces of itself to live within each creation that sprung to life at its touch.
The energy lived within the grains of sand and rice, the ocean and lava, the plants and tree, the fleas to dogs to humans—and they all had purpose.
The energy did this so this race could be self-serving… so they would see the power in themselves and each other and thrive without help—however that would never happened.
The energy saw man thriving to live by creating something to pray to—by having false faith in gods and idols that did not exist.
Man needed to believe in something, it seemed, to get by.
All of these things, these different religions, lead to wars, hatred, chaos, and destruction.
This was something that upset the energy.
If man needed faith, why have war?
Why couldn’t man be civilized and let each individual believe in his or her own god or deity, whether or not they are true?
It wasn’t something the energy could process, but one day it did.
Man needed something to fear, to hate, to target.
Man was a self-destructive race… and they could not be saved.
And unfortunately, that’s when the energy found out something else about man…
In the end of time…
…there would be nothing left.
Because in the end of it all,
mankind would kill each other over their differences.