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An Atheist's Creation Myth

In the beginning, there was no beginning. Instead, there was nothing. How much time might have passed, had there been time while this state persisted, cannot be said.

Anything might have been birthed into this void. Probably, a number of real and imaginary objects came into and out of existence, there being no laws to stop such occurrences, and nothing to sustain them. Indeed, in the absence of physical and logical laws, something could come from nothing--and that is exactly how God came to be.

Noticing nothing else in existence, God fashioned the universe, an orderly mess, in clear counterpoint to the neat chaos of the void.

Being, as an author once put it, "unstuck in time", God saw everything that ever was or would be in its creations, all at once. God also watched the universe as it unfolded, seeing each act only as it transpired. And, then, God did not see any of it at all. Yes, God did and did not do all of this at the same time. For although it had made logical and physical rules which were generously applied to a great deal of creation, the thought never occurred to God to place such restrictions upon itself. So it came to pass that there were many gods, one god, and few gods, all of them doing different things, and the same things, at the same time.

One day, one god had had enough. Right then, she willed logical and physical rules be applied to any and all gods, rendering those it affected mortal. Some, being outside of logic at the time, remained as they were, but most found themselves to have become surprisingly lesser beings.

One of these fallen gods found himself trapped as a field mouse, condemned to live out his days as the rodent whose form he had previously taken on a whim. Sensing his fate, he was determined to live well, and so he did. The little mouse built himself a burrow, found a beautiful mousette (fit for a god, he assured himself), and settled down to the pleasureful business of making a family. And so things went for our mouse. Everything was wonderful, if a bit mundane, until one day, a snake happened upon his abode and ate all inside.

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