The Loneliest One of All

I want you to imagine that you are God.  Go on - you are God...  You are God, and there is nothing else.  There is you, God, and NotGod - and NotGod doesn't even exist because you are all there is.  Pretty bleak, huh?  Aren't you nearly insane with the loneliness of it all?  So...since you're God and can do anything with your Godliness, what would you do to escape that loneliness?

You'd set to creating, is what you'd do.

You'd create Stuff.  Stuff to fill up the Void that didn't exist until you, God, created it to put Stuff in.  You'd hang galaxies and quasars and black holes and dark matter, and you'd think the Stuff is pretty damn good Stuff for what it is.  It's beautiful and magnificent and awesome, but you're, still, lonely because the Stuff doesn't interact with you - it just sits there, all beautiful and inspiring, and does nothing.

So, you create Stuff that's alive.  Stuff that moves and breathes and eats and makes it's own Stuff - even more Stuff like itself - but, really, are you satisfied with that?  Observing all of this Stuff - the animals and plants and trees and bipeds and bacterium - is amusing and passes a few hundred thousand years of your time, and you can even play with them by creating floods and feasts and famines and hallucinogenic drugs that makes the bipeds think they've had dinner with you, but that isn't much better than a kid with an ant farm, is it?  No, you're still pretty much alone in the universe that you created, and you're so lonely it fucking hurts...

Hmmm - you get ideas.  You create a cycle for yourself, a very clever one (you're one sha-mart God).  You tear yourself into a gazillion bazillion bits - making each one of them forget that they are you, God - and each one of the living things from one-celled wrigglers to stinkbugs to those noisy bipeds has a little bit of you inside of them.  You have not only, finally, been invited to the party, you are the party, and it will take so, so very long for all of the guests to go home...

...and do it all over again, and you will do it all over again, and again, and again, because you are God, there is nothing else but you, and you are eternally, unbearably lonely.



Sad, isn't it?  Maybe the reason no one ever truly understands anyone else is because that's the one thing denied to God - how can something alone ever be understood by another when there's no one else? 



What if it's not just another theory?