Somewhere out there the great cosmic entity that gave birth to all of existence is drifting through space, contemplating things beyond our comprehension. This being of unknown power is the sole reason that life is possible, indeed, that anything in the whole of the unknown reaches of reality exists. Being responsible for the very fabric of space and time, this entity cannot be expected to show concern for the troubles of our species. It is not concerned with our lives, our triumphs or failures, our actions or thoughts. This is not because it doesn’t care; it’s simply because it is too great to fathom what we could possibly be doing. For it to intervene in our lives would be like a person attempting to settle an argument between two microbes. An immense, intergalactic whale, oblivious to the myriad forms of life all around it, it continues doing what is has always done, what we can never know, what we can only imagine. Through all planes of existence, all dimensions, all forms of reality, it is the One True God, the Power that all other gods are representations of. As long as it dreams of all that is, shall all of it continue to exist.
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