In endless eternity, God, created a thought: "I am alone."
With this thought, eternity split asunder, and a moment was created.
A moment, where before and after could be conceived, a time before
god thought, "I am alone" and an after, in which he realized, he was.
And so was created in one magnificent moment, two significant things.
The first being, time. Yes time itself was created in that instant, there
was no turning back. God had created and so now, inhabited time.
With time came consequence. Terrible consequence, for the moment
time began so he realized a terrible fact. In his aloneness he was lonely.
This was the second significant thing. Loneliness. Who would have
thought this would be the very first thing created after time began its
tick, tick, tocking. Loneliness. A significant thing. The second significant
thing. God conceived of his own singularity, and he didn't like it.
He didn't like it one bit. This, was the beginning of everything.
"Why, what did he do? "
He created a fire. A universe of fire and he ran into the flames hoping
to lose himself. To lose that annihilating feeling of loneliness. He ran
and ran and split into ten zillion pieces so the massive god-like version
of loneliness would be scattered, weakened, between the ten zillion
things, who then bore the brunt of the folly of that terrible moment,
that terrible thought. "I am alone."
So each of us are one of ten zillion scattered things, part of the great
weakening. Part of Gods ignoble flight from pain. Bits of God that may
grow into approximations of their source, so the great universe of fire
might be put out.
This book is about one life; one cinder that knows from what great fire
it blew. That witness's what insignificant corner of space it has landed.
Yes, space, that was the third significant thing. All that fire, all that loneliness,
all those scattering embers had to go somewhere. The great balloon of
space was spontaneously created as a result of Gods flight. Even, unto he,
this is all a mystery, it just happened with that one thought. But this sort
of diatribe is known as theology. Theology is not his concern. Comedy is
all he cares for. So here we are in one instance, at one point, in one life. An
ember that disregards the details and calls himself for want of a better
Let us enter a house of God, which in this story is 322 West 57th Street,
New York, New York. 10019.