A God's Still
Posted: March 10th, 2012, 5:43 pmIt's not very easy to become a god. There are a lot of rigorous requirements you have to meet, like being kind to all people, being extremely selfless and, above all, have a sense of humanity that can't be possessed by anyone or anything but a god. Trust me, it's hard for a human to do all of those and live an easy life.
I wanted to become a god ever since I learned about them during my lectures. The scholar would always refer us to the sky, pointing out constellations and mythical landmarks, saying that the gods build them. They cultivated those amazing things with nothing but a thought, just to show us humans their power and greatness. Often times I would stare in awe and wonderment; nobody could build an entire building just by thinking it, let alone move the stars themselves.
And yet, I believed it all in the back of my mind. The power that the gods have has to be great. We pray to them all the time, and they show us their power with their actions, either allowing our crops to grow, or downright killing them...or us. It amazed me to the point that I would do nothing but make believe that I was a god of almighty power, smiting twigs and taking down the evil bushes that lined my village's road.
But it was painfully obvious that no human could ever become a god. We wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility and power that would be bestowed unto us. We would crumble in despair and live our lives as nothing but a husk, wanting desperately to become human again. Or so our professor taught us.
Out of all that wonderment and teaching, all of that make believe and play, I managed to become one. I reached the limits of reality and sped through the doors of time and space, and gained unlimited power and unimaginable responsibility. I felt like the greatest man on Earth. I could kill anyone I wanted to with the flick of my index finger, and destroy a city with a mere thought. I was invincible.
Years sped by as I ruled as a god. Centuries passed my eyes as humans came and went, building and destroying just as easily as I could. They built amazing cities and crafted technological wonders that far surpassed that of my human days. They could fly through the skies unhindered; they were able to speak to each other over vast distances, and they could even craft worlds of their own that were as large as the Earth itself, if not, larger. Their powers were slowly beginning to rival mine...and I slowly began to wonder if being a god was really what I had wanted.
I gazed in wonderment at the ingenuity of the human race, the thing I had once been. In a futile attempt I asked myself if I could step down from my position as god, become one of them once more. I wanted to partake so badly in all of these amazing acts. I wanted to have my life back. I missed it all very much.
I tried many times to revert back into my human form, but my power and responsibility constantly reminded me of my position. I had to keep track of prayers, offerings and even the occasional hymn to my glory. But after the last century, people have started to forget me. They have ignored my power and simply studied ways to protect themselves from it. They no longer pray to me. And they no longer sing of my glory.
More centuries sped by me, each one making me grow more and more depressed. One day, I looked down upon the humans, who were now speeding along in the sky once more; but now they were wearing strange objects upon their backs, flying around in a haphazard fashion. They were able to summon images of anything they wanted from nothing but a tiny piece of metal, and interact with them as if they were solid objects. Slowly but surely, the humans' power was beginning to surpass my own.
I fell deeper into depression. In a desperate attempt I tore down a major city that they spent years building and developing with a mighty storm. Two months later they announced the re-opening of their hospitals, police stations and residential areas. In my anger, I tore them down once more with a storm of greater power; tornadoes, lightning, and booming thunder.
They had rebuilt the same buildings and more in less than four months.
I threw myself upon my throne, weeping uncontrollably. Was this to be my fate? Witnessing the wonderment and humanity that is life? Growing, loving and caring? All alone I sat upon my throne for a millennium, thinking I could do whatever I wanted and they would never be able to match me. And time after time they would show me just how strong they were.
After wiping the tears from my face, I looked down once more upon the masterpiece that was humanity. I saw their children and their wives, their managers and their police officers; I spied their doctors and historians, their teachers and counselors; I saw their murderers and terrorists, as well as their corrupt leaders. I wept silently once more...imagining my life as a human at this very moment. Experiencing all of these things with a mortal mind still within my skull.
I couldn't take it anymore. I just...no, I cannot take it anymore. I can't live another day like this, witnessing so much yet having little to do with it. I can be a god no more. I must become human once more. I must experience death.
But I am a god. I am almighty. I have unlimited power...and unimaginable responsibility.
I cannot die.
I wanted to become a god ever since I learned about them during my lectures. The scholar would always refer us to the sky, pointing out constellations and mythical landmarks, saying that the gods build them. They cultivated those amazing things with nothing but a thought, just to show us humans their power and greatness. Often times I would stare in awe and wonderment; nobody could build an entire building just by thinking it, let alone move the stars themselves.
And yet, I believed it all in the back of my mind. The power that the gods have has to be great. We pray to them all the time, and they show us their power with their actions, either allowing our crops to grow, or downright killing them...or us. It amazed me to the point that I would do nothing but make believe that I was a god of almighty power, smiting twigs and taking down the evil bushes that lined my village's road.
But it was painfully obvious that no human could ever become a god. We wouldn't be able to handle the responsibility and power that would be bestowed unto us. We would crumble in despair and live our lives as nothing but a husk, wanting desperately to become human again. Or so our professor taught us.
Out of all that wonderment and teaching, all of that make believe and play, I managed to become one. I reached the limits of reality and sped through the doors of time and space, and gained unlimited power and unimaginable responsibility. I felt like the greatest man on Earth. I could kill anyone I wanted to with the flick of my index finger, and destroy a city with a mere thought. I was invincible.
Years sped by as I ruled as a god. Centuries passed my eyes as humans came and went, building and destroying just as easily as I could. They built amazing cities and crafted technological wonders that far surpassed that of my human days. They could fly through the skies unhindered; they were able to speak to each other over vast distances, and they could even craft worlds of their own that were as large as the Earth itself, if not, larger. Their powers were slowly beginning to rival mine...and I slowly began to wonder if being a god was really what I had wanted.
I gazed in wonderment at the ingenuity of the human race, the thing I had once been. In a futile attempt I asked myself if I could step down from my position as god, become one of them once more. I wanted to partake so badly in all of these amazing acts. I wanted to have my life back. I missed it all very much.
I tried many times to revert back into my human form, but my power and responsibility constantly reminded me of my position. I had to keep track of prayers, offerings and even the occasional hymn to my glory. But after the last century, people have started to forget me. They have ignored my power and simply studied ways to protect themselves from it. They no longer pray to me. And they no longer sing of my glory.
More centuries sped by me, each one making me grow more and more depressed. One day, I looked down upon the humans, who were now speeding along in the sky once more; but now they were wearing strange objects upon their backs, flying around in a haphazard fashion. They were able to summon images of anything they wanted from nothing but a tiny piece of metal, and interact with them as if they were solid objects. Slowly but surely, the humans' power was beginning to surpass my own.
I fell deeper into depression. In a desperate attempt I tore down a major city that they spent years building and developing with a mighty storm. Two months later they announced the re-opening of their hospitals, police stations and residential areas. In my anger, I tore them down once more with a storm of greater power; tornadoes, lightning, and booming thunder.
They had rebuilt the same buildings and more in less than four months.
I threw myself upon my throne, weeping uncontrollably. Was this to be my fate? Witnessing the wonderment and humanity that is life? Growing, loving and caring? All alone I sat upon my throne for a millennium, thinking I could do whatever I wanted and they would never be able to match me. And time after time they would show me just how strong they were.
After wiping the tears from my face, I looked down once more upon the masterpiece that was humanity. I saw their children and their wives, their managers and their police officers; I spied their doctors and historians, their teachers and counselors; I saw their murderers and terrorists, as well as their corrupt leaders. I wept silently once more...imagining my life as a human at this very moment. Experiencing all of these things with a mortal mind still within my skull.
I couldn't take it anymore. I just...no, I cannot take it anymore. I can't live another day like this, witnessing so much yet having little to do with it. I can be a god no more. I must become human once more. I must experience death.
But I am a god. I am almighty. I have unlimited power...and unimaginable responsibility.
I cannot die.
