Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes

Well, you may have noticed this poor blog may be dying. It served me well, until it didn’t. Like all such internet wonders it may one day rise again, as nothing really dies in the age of everything, but perhaps it will just fade away until one day consumed within a singularity.

I thought for those that still check in on me, though, I might as well give you an update. I’m focusing all my energy on writing the sorts of things which might one day be deemed worthy enough for publication somewhere. Writing on the blog was a great crutch, and one I’ll use again if I stop being able to write without an audience, but I’ve learned to work without it.

My new project is the longest thing I’ve tackled yet. Definitely headed for novella length at least, which I have mixed feelings about. I like the story enough to commit more time to it, though, and I have a few more ideas on the back burner which I’ll turn to if my interest fades.

The new thing is about a culture built on an asteroid wired throughout with explosives. Every citizen wears around their neck a detonator which would allow them to blow their entire little world to pieces, killing themselves and everybody else. I find the idea fascinating, if everyone had the ability to destroy everyone else if they were treated poorly or unfairly how would that change peoples behavior? And would it all go horribly wrong? (lol, of course it would!) Thus making it an excellent setting for a story.

The Folly of Revelation

With this volume we seek primarily to instruct and advise, and not direct, our student deities. Alas, in the special circumstance of Revelation or telling the truth about one’s nature to one’s more sentient creations, we must advise against it in the strongest terms possible. We warn the consequences are unlikely to be pleasant ones. The plain truth of there being a creator is a dangerous one to have too plainly put to those created.

Why this is so seems obvious, but too many young gods have, out of the noblest of intentions or in simple curiosity, designed to place themselves before their people in simple honest terms and come later to think better of it. The likely outcome is that the apocalypse will have to be moved up and a fresh world begun the damage is so irrevocable.

In the purer more ignorant corners of reality a god or a creator is theory only, to be written and preached about, contemplated, argued over, and ultimately each man or woman can for themselves create a god which most suits their own innermost desires. The created become the creators and the equations balance.

In the unnatural instance of god appearing in unambiguous glory for all to see and then repeating this upon request so that no question of the nature of creation can remain unanswered there is an odd effect of the benighted deity, however great in actuality, not quite living up to the imagination of a deity. Accusations of being not god but technologically superior alien or computer programmer running creation as a simulation are thrown about and the world as created begins to seem a poorer place for being all at once less mystical.

Remember, the root of the mystical is the mysterious. When the mysterious is cruelly translated into a set of facts it loses everything and gains nothing.