AN: I really don't think I need a disclaimer to say I don't own the universe. I hope you like this, it's just something cute I made up.
Once long, long ago and far, far away, God was a little boy. When God was a little boy he loved his glass marbles. Some of his marbles were shimmery and slimmery. Some were redish-bluish and some were greeny-yellow. Some sparkled and some shined. But, no matter what, God loved his marbles.
This is the way the boys in Gods neighborhood would play the game of marbles: They drew a circle on a shady, winding, dusty path that seemed to be leading no place in particular and set their marbles inside. They would take their biggest marble and flicked it with their finger to try to knock the other marble out of the circle. Each marble you knocked out was yours to keep until the next game.
Well, either God was very skilled or the other players weren't very lucky, but in the end it was God who ended up taking every, single marble home. Or he would've if he had went home. But, God didn't go home. He decided to take a stroll along the shady, winding, dusty path that seemed to be leading no place in particular.
When God got to it, no place in particular was all black and velvety looking. Since he had nothing else to do, he sat down and started playing a game of marbles with no one in particular.
God was either not very skilled or not very lucky, for whenever he knocked a marble out of the ring it tumbled into black and velvety looking space. When God was done, he looked out into black and velvety space and saw all the marbles. They were planets. God, quite contented with his work (even though he had no more marbles left), took the shady, winding, dusty path back to someplace in particular.