I've come up with many things as to what god is or how we came to be, my favorite theory being " Gods Play Things," It goes something like, The universe and everything in existence was given to God by one of his parents when he was a small child, billions upon billions, upon billions of years ago. (god has to have parents because everything comes into being, some way or another)
Earth, being a part of this vast universe given to god, may have been one of his favorites, just as all children have a favorite toy that they refuse to let go of... it may have been a newer toy... much much never than his universe. That would explain how young earth is in comparison to the rest of the universe. Well, on this new toy...er, uh Earth, there was nothing. So he got things to make his new toy better.. He got water and trees and creatures... He made life on his Earth to make it a more beautiful, entertaining toy... one not only fun to play with, but nice to look at as well... But, even the most beautiful, fun toy gets boring.... so as most children do... they break the toy.. or get something different to add to it... or start it over.
This change could have been the destruction of dinosaurs because they go too boring.. or an ice age because God thought white would be a nice change considering it was nothing but blue and green before. But anyways, as all children do, god found a way to change this toy. And when he got bored with that, he changed it again, because some children just refuse to give up on that toy they hold so dear... and this may be where people come in to play. We were the "new thing" added to this toy of Gods, after some of the changes before. He put his little people on the planet, maybe in his image because kids like toys that look like them (like little girls and their baby dolls).
But anyways, god put us here, and he watched us. He played with us. Pouring water on us to make floods or tropical storms that are so destructive (kind of like little boys pouring a cup of water onto an ant hill to see what happens), or shaking or blowing on us to give us earthquakes and windstorms (other things small children to do torment insects). He watched how we lived our little lives and how we grew and became better... but as we grew and became better and some of us stopped believing in the power he had over us. He stopped being so interested in us, because even God has to grow up.
As the Earth aged and the people changed... God aged and began to change, himself... tiring of the beloved toy of his childhood... abandoning the little things he once held so dear. He did not destroy us; he simply tired of us and put us in his closet, or attic.And that puts us where we are now.... an almost godless society, thriving off our own self-righteousness and the fear of the unknown... we're the teenage girls lying awake at night, making up stupid little stories of how we came to be or the mother crying over a son lost in war or the proud father or a new baby... We are the ones God grew tired of and simply pushed aside like a forgotten childhood toy.... and like all toys, we will be lost and found again. We will be played with randomly when God decides to clean out his closet and happens across us... and someday we will be worn out and thrown away... as that happens to all toys, no matter how loved they once were....
Well, heh. There's my psychobabble and rantings for the night. I blame lack of sleep and the fact that it's 1:07 a.m. Just one of my many thoughts of how we came to be... not really the smartest thing I've ever came up with, but it's semi-amusing and it does kinda make sense... or maybe I just think that in my infinite amount of weirdness. But, trying to get serious.... even though I've only been around a short while, I've experienced many things that people twice my age will never know and probably things they will never have to know. These things have left me bitter to the thoughts of a higher power and the common belief of "we all have a purpose to serve" and how "everything that happens happens for a reason."
I often find it hard to see good in the things done in the name of religion and God. It's hard for me, in all of my questionings and thoughts because I've tried to find faith and have failed miserably at it... or as some say, faith has not chosen to find me yet... Either way, is it for the greater good that we live our lives as decently as possible... living in harmony and abiding by the laws of a god unknown or should we live in a way prompted by our primal human nature... a way that God may look down upon and sneer at us with disgust for...I don't know..... Do you?(Also, I know there are ways to live in harmony and not have a higher power, or ways to still be a savage beast and claim to have found god.... just thought I'd point it out)
