4.
One time, a wise person asked me a question: "can a God create a weight he can't lift?"
Can a God create something that he can not handle? Something that would escape his own control and evolve in its own directions… Just like a rebel son who refused to follow his father's steps… Or maybe a son who chose to follow those steps but that's not what the father wanted all along… Or both… Or nothing at all.
If a God existed, that is, and if we have been made at his own image… Then can we be Gods as well? Some of us may deluded themselves into believe that… Some of us did create things from nothing… Things that helped us… Things that threatened us… Things that marveled us and entertained us… Things that killed us… And things that prolonged our life.
Anyone can be a God in his / her own inner worlds… And anyone can create stuff thanks to the precious gift of having a mind… Yet, we don't always have control over what we create… Figuratively or literally… Mentally or physically speaking… Because we don't have control of ourselves in the first place.
It's part of our chaotic existence, it seems.
Therefore, another question comes spontaneous… If a God really existed… Was he just like us? Conflicted. Determined. Did he feel? Did he suffer? Was he… Mortal?
Was he not divine?
Then again, what's the real meaning of been a God? Does anybody ever stopped and pondered over this topic?
Despite the fact that I tried with all my strength not to be involved in such disfiguring reasoning for the sake of my mental health and this story's too… I still can't help but wonder about certain things…
Then again, it's what makes me human… To always question myself and my believes… To ask myself questions that won't find answers… And choose to believe what I want to believe…
And right now, I want to believe that, sometimes, even a God… Could use some therapy.
"So… Things didn't exactly go the way you wanted, did they?"
"…. It's just that… It's all so confusing… I mean, I basically created everything here from dreams and thoughts… And I created almost all of this realm's people, including you, from MY memories… But… It is all different from what my mind recalled… It almost seems as if… If…"
"As if we evolved in our own way… Just like any population does?"
"….."
"You may have created us… But that doesn't necessary mean that we should be just like you wanted us to be. We may resembled the people you used to know in the so-called 'real world' but, guess what, we apparently chose to be real as well… I think it's what the concept of Arbitrary Freedom is all about… And it seems that even a God cannot be above the chaotic mess that Life is… Even though he created it, in the first place… If he created it, that is."
At this, the God and ruler of Maginary World, the conflicted being by the name of Void, smirked.
"You don't believe in me, do you?" He asked, almost amused.
His guest smirked too and answered.
"Well… I know for certain that the first ones of us, including myself, have been created by you from your memories, therefore… No. I don't believe in you. I do believe, instead, in Chaos and Life… I believe that we are part of it and so are you… That we all existed without a certain reason… We live and, apparently, we die and that's just that."
Void sighed quite audibly… The old question that once tormented him, about the truthfulness of this place and its inhabitants, had abandoned his mind a whole lot of time ago… As far as Time had a meaning.
This people, his people… His children, one might say, were definitely not an illusion… Or if they were, they just didn't care… And the confirmation of such certainty came along with the first natural born infants.
Despite being just figment of his imagination, those fake humans and Mobians could form families and… Procreate life by their own… They could have descendants… Children…
In other words, they were alive… And they were real… Despite being made from dreams… Despite living inside dreams… Or metaphorical representations of them… They were whole persons who could think, wish, feel and dream, on their own.
But of course… With the introduction of the chaotic element that Life is, in Void's realm… The problems didn't late to arrive.
When there are different persons with different minds, conflicts are inevitable… Different ideas, different believes, intolerance and racism… All the typical problems that afflicted any civilized society over the eons.
And, to Void's utter dismay, some of them (if not grand part of them) happened because of him… Or better, because of the religion that some people made out of him… The Voidism, their first pope called it… And, of course, other cults and creeds did come out in response of it…
Maginary World was now full of Satanists, Atheists, Orthodox Voidists, Baalists and the list goes on and on…
It was a thing that deeply embarrassed and pained him… The fact that his children would fight each other for the dumbest among reasons… But he couldn't help it, could he? He was The Creator, after all… He created them and that's it.
"Life is Chaos, isn't it?" Void's therapist suddenly stated.
"You might say that… Oh well, at least you came out half decent…" Void began.
"… But not like you wanted me to be, right?" The other concluded for him.
Void frowned… A familiar feeling of guilt made its way inside his namesake emptiness.
"I… Well… No, you are very different from the memory I had of Him…" He raised his head and fixed his gaze over his guest. "But that doesn't mean I'm not proud of you… Because I am… I'm proud of all of you actually!" He declared. "You did evolve into becoming your own person and not just someone else's rip-off… And, to tell the truth, I'm ashamed with myself for giving you this aspect… I haven't been a good father."
His interlocutor just smiled at his "father" and "creator", he then put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm perfectly fine with the appearances you gave me, Void." He said.
"Oh yes? Then why you colored your bangs in black and started wearing that red jacket of yours?"
The therapist blushed a little at this.
"Because… I like myself better?" He replied, trying not to sound shy.
This time, it was Void that put his own huge three-fingered hand on the shoulder of his "son".
"As I said… I'm proud of you, of your independence and in what you've accomplished…" And pride was visibly showed on the improvised Seedrian God's face. " Speaking of which, how is your family doing?"
The other thought at this for a minute or so, then answered.
"Pretty well… Considering that my son melted his brain with those Chaosdamned On-Line RPG games and my wife has become a Scientologist… And how's your REAL daughter doing?" He asked back.
"She's... Just fine… Considering everything… You know… Her mother and all." Void shyly answered.
"I see… Well, I would like to exploit the argument a little longer but I'm afraid our time just ran out… We'll have to wait the next appointment for that… Here's my honorarium, by the way." God's personal therapist stated while showing his patient a fine piece of paper.
"But… IT'S OVER 9000!!!!" Void cried.
"So what? You're The Creator, right? You can literally sweat out money from your body if you want…"
"No… I can't." He sadly remarked.
"Oh well… That's your problem, dude. Now if you will excuse me… I have to play with my band in the nearby nightclub in about half an hour…"
"You're a singer too?"
"Me? No, I'm the guitarist… Anti-Knuckles is the bassist and Anti-Sonic sings… Would you believe that?"
Void nodded.
"And tell me… How's the band called?"
"The Anti-Freedom Fighters!!!"
"I should have imagined that… In any case, good luck with tonight."
"Thanks… See you next week, same time, same day… As far as time has any meaning here, of course."
"Yes… I'll see you then… Miles." Said the very proud dad to his first (intended) living creation ever… Which aspect was based on Void's memory of his own father… Which would lead us to yet another gruesome paradox that I would gladly ignore… As far as I can.
So, perhaps a God can't lift the weight he created in the first place… But maybe, just maybe, he can live with that…
He can live in the Chaos he may, or may not, has created out of raw thoughts.
Maginary World has deeply changed in just 10 short years… As far as… You know the drill.
Others' thoughts and ideas may have been the matter from which this realm came from… But as for now, what moves this world are its own people's thoughts and ideas…
Which could be a very positive thing… But since Life is chaotic and people is forced to live in it… Things would always be complicated.
Maginary World was now a full grown modern society… Therefore it had its problems.
Intolerance. Racism. Acts of violence and murders without apparent reasons… In other words… The way things normally looked everywhere and, ironically enough, one of the negative results of Free Will.
Perhaps I'm just generalizing here… Then again, I don't care.
What I do care, instead, it's that this world is not anymore under anyone's control… Except, the endless possibilities of Life…
Which happened to be the number one rule of the Chaos believers… Who, unfortunately, were just another group who wanted to overcome all the others' believes… And so, it contradicted itself.
Then again, who cares?
"Who really cares?"
"Excuse me?"
"All that Voidist crap about… You know, the 'On the 6th day, Void created the Anti-Mobian' thing. I mean… C'mon, that's not true!"
"Well… Scientifically speaking, I would agree with you… But, Rationality is NOT everything in our chaotic world."
"You're a Chaos Believer?"
"Hell no! Those idiots are just a bunch of hypocrites… Then again I could be mistaking… And then, then again, who am I to tell what is true and what is not? The fact is… We do not know the truth and we should just live with that… And be REALLY free… It's what I believe, at least… Which could not be truthful at all… Are you following me?"
"Not very much…"
"Perfect, you just accepted the fact that you don't understand something!"
"Ehi… Stop that!"
"And now you're opposing my words… And that's just fine! You have the right to do it… Although you shouldn't force other people into believing what you believe if they don't want to."
"I think I got an headache… Mind if I join you later?"
"Fantastic… I'll be brawling some street thugs for a while if you need me."
"Why would you do that?"
"Why do I need a reason for doing whatever I feel to do? That's Freedom, my friend."
With that said, the young looking creature who vaguely resembled a weasel departed from her friend and fellow school student, in search of some random thug to beat up just for the heck of it.
She was a unique creature who wore a curious canvas hat, an old fashioned belt and booths… Despite the look, she acted like some kind of Master of Life and her speech was anything but southern…
She had deep purple fur, white on her chest and belly… It was thick enough to cover her private zones but her feminine form was still undeniable… Wolf ears lay thread under her hat… Her eyes were pitch black.
She hadn't any parents… And she was definitely NOT born from Void's own memories like others did… Apparently, she came out from pure nothingness.
Oh… Did I forget to mention that she had a single, huge fang that came out from her mouth?
Chaos has done it again, isn't it?
With the usual calm and spontaneous charm she would bring with herself wherever she would go… The mysterious enigma known as Nic the Weasel, disappeared into the dark of the alleys… The dark she came from.
Her best friend and recent interlocutor stood still on her spot for a while, watching the road Nic just vanished in… And sighed. She would never understand her but somehow, she was fine with that… And that, apparently, was a good thing.
"So… How's your day at school, Lumina?"
The girl in question suddenly turned her head to fix her young full of life gaze into her father's lifeless one…
"Not bad…" She said. "I wish I could avoid the religion lesson though."
Void just sweetly smiled at her… His eyes, although being empty, full of fatherly love.
Lumina Flowlight has grown a lot over the past decade… She was little no more. Currently, she was a fine young lady, a loving and caring person, just like Cosmo used to be… Yet, determined and sometimes even stubborn… Just like her mother used to be.
In other words, she was her own person… Not anybody's rip-off.
Physically speaking, she hadn't changed very much… Her hair and attire were still pink and lavender and head buds were still closed… Her face was sweet as ever… Her body, on the other hand, sustained the major changes.
She was 15 by now, therefore she matured a lot… She was almost as tall as Void used to be. Her physic was well proportioned and slender and, for the sake of censorship, I'll just leave you imagine the rest.
Oh! I almost forgot… She now had a pair of brand new fairy like wings on her back… The cause of such unexpected gift slipped even her dad's mind… Not that he cared about it, since they happened to be very useful…
What bothered the male Seedrian was another thing, though…
His current appearances hadn't changed at all… He still looked like an adolescent.
His green hair were still leaf like an pointed… His face was young as ever… Even his height was the same as 15 years ago.
To put it bluntly, Void had another reason to despise himself… Since he became the guardian of the Precioustone and this world's ruler and God (although he did not refer to himself as a God), he didn't age a single day… While all the others did… While his own daughter did.
Was this the price of his current role? Was this another cruel joke the Author wanted to throw at him just for making an half decent story? Was this a further torture he would be forced to endure? Was he just meant to suffer and to make others suffer… The people he loved?
Whatever the reason would have been… There he was… Feeling the aching pain of yet another gruesome knowledge on his chest… And resisting the urge of fainting just for not having his daughter worried to death…
And then, there still was that other knowledge… Which happened to be the main reason of why he didn't let Lumina to come anywhere near the Precioustone again.
He put a very big deal of an effort on the smile that was actually crossing his lips… All for her wellbeing… The only light left to illuminate his darkened soul… His Lumina.
"Daddy… may I ask you something?" The solar young plant girl suddenly said.
"What is it, hun?" He replied, still disguising his pain with a smile.
"Why did you let these people to believe such fake things over yourself?" A genuine and rightful question.
Void gently caressed her cheeks and simply answered.
"Because it is their birth right."
And with that said he hugged her and she kissed him on his own cheek…
And then, it started raining… For whatever reason I don't know or care.