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The End of It All

The universe expresses itself through fractals. The annual change of seasons mirrors the rise and fall of ice ages, at time scales magnified by orders of magnitude. One can see mountains withered to plains over the course of a rising tide.

They said that Merlin lived his life backwards. It was true enough, in a sense: a dangerous experiment in clairvoyance while he was but an apprentice left him forever changed. For the rest of his life, he could sharply remember the future, but could offer only hazy predictions as to any moment prior to the current.

Every Christian sect, no matter their other differences, focuses on the life and death of Jesus Christ as a pivotal point in the relationship between Man and God; a turning away from the vengeful and capricious god of the Old Testament, in favor of more benign policies saying to “love thine neighbor as thyself.” What they don’t realize is that they’re looking at the whole thing backwards.

Just as there is no effect without a cause, there is no cause without an effect. The whole machinery of time runs equally well backwards as forwards. As it happens, Divinity perceives time to flow in the opposite direction that humans do.

Jesus Christ was not the culmination of the relationship of a chosen people with their god; he was a toe in the water that got bitten off by piranhas. God was just getting really interested in this world and its inhabitants, so he took a risk, and created an avatar to go down into the world and spread his message. For thirty-three years, God relinquished omniscience, so that his son could live truly as a human.

Imagine, then, his rage upon waking up to discover that the human species heard his message of love and tolerance, and responded by brutally murdering the product of so much effort. The grief of a parent who has lost their child knows no end; no matter what happens next, they will never reclaim that hope for their future. The grief of God, weeping for his Son, was no different. He had graced the world with the physical manifestation of divine love and tolerance, only to have those qualities killed.

This was a turning point for God. The truce with the Israelites was a mark of attention, but never one of favor. Their nation only thrived when it was engaged in bloody conquest; as soon as they settled down and built a great Temple, it was destroyed and its stones cast to the winds. Eventually, from God’s perspective, the nation grew weak, and unable to conquer any more. He amused himself then by driving them through the desert for 40 years, eventually to become slaves of the Egyptians.

For the rest of existence, God tormented humans in ways great and petty. He found a devoted follower, and ruined that man’s life. He was capricious, and violent, and destructive. Eventually, he had whittled the human race down to two people. In their innocence, in their stupidity, his heart softened, and for the first time in four thousand years, he saw that there could be good in these people.

After that, there was only one option left. After planning for a day, God spent days softening the world into entropy. First to go were Woman and Man, which he rubbed into the clay bank of a stream. After that, God destroyed the birds of the air, and the beasts of the land, and the fish of the sea. And there were no observers but God, but if there were, they would have seen on the next day the sun and moon and planets swirling out into cosmic gas, and all the stars winking out one at a time. The last heavenly body to go was the planet Earth, for God resided there as much as the humans did. Still, he rubbed out the grasses and the trees, and blended the oceans and the mountains, until there was only mud.

And finally, God himself left the universe, and there was Light no more.

Behind him, the earth dissolved entirely into entropy.

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