The Origin

1- 1 When it began, the Goddess sang-

Existence made its way.

Explosions carved the universe

As She unfolded clay.

2 The earth held nothing in its form

Aside from empty dark.

The Goddess crafted sod and sea;

Her spirit made its mark.

3 The angels She created next-

Of wing and feral might.

Emblazoned with a fiery core,

An army willed to fight.

4 And then She said, “Come forth, the light!”

She saw that this was good.

Amazed, the ushered breath and beast;

She crafted earth and wood.

5 A separation of the void,

She called them night and day.

A sphere of fire to keep the morn,

A moon where dark would stay.

6 Upon the realm of Midgard’s turf

In waters rushing flow,

The Goddess spoke and ushered fish

Beneath the undertow.

7 Upon the lands, the angels flew

Ensuring life evolved.

The smallest to the greatest spread,

A manifest resolved.

8 The Goddess called her angels back,

Decreeing, “Be it so-

That all I make shall reproduce-

Increasing ebb and flow.”

9 And Midgard teemed with floral growth;

The fauna filled the land.

The angels blessed the beast and bird

As was their first command.

10 Although the world begotten brimmed

In life of every thing,

The Goddess felt an emptiness

Compelling her to sing.

11 A garden formed of lush delight

Encapsulating all

Invoked as She unleashed a song

And wrought mankind in thrall.

12 The major chords she ushered forth

Ensnared the dirt and mud,

And in her image came the first-

A human, flesh and blood.

Lilith and Adam

2- 1 And so it was, creation bloomed-

The Goddess placed her spark

Embedding every living thing

Between the light and dark.

2 Around the garden walked abroad

A woman of the earth.

The Goddess smiled at what she saw,

Creating in her mirth.

3 She called her Lilith, wrath of storm,

The Goddess lullaby.

She raised her up above the beasts;

The angels in the sky.

4 And though all pleasures she partook,

A sorrow swallowed whole.

The Goddess made the woman sleep

To form another soul.

5 The moment She began her song,

A rib from Lilith spurned

Another- man- as Adam came-

And passion in him burned.

6 Now, Lilith did not like the man-

He tried to rule her form.

But she refused his thirsty lust;

No, she would not conform.

The Descent

3- 1 Rejected, he walked through the wood

Until he heard a voice-

“Dear Adam, you have much to learn-

My son, you have a choice.”

2 The dragon, once called Lucifer,

Had fallen from a star.

Enticing Adam with his lies,

He whispered, “There you are!”

3 As Adam stood before the beast,

A newfound feeling swelled.

“What can I do to make her mine?

To make her heart compelled?”

4 “Oh, Adam, you have every right-

Absolve your flesh in her.”

The great deceiver coaxed his prey

And Adam would concur.

5 Unknown to either of the two,

The Goddess crafted more-

She called them dwarves and others elves,

The myths of ancient lore.

6 As it would be, a dwarf about

The garden heard the plan.

He raced to Lilith, full of fear,

And thus betrayed the man.

7 The garden, Eden it was called,

Invited Adam home.

And Lilith waited, open arms;

Beside her stood a gnome.

8 “So, Mother has created more-

And here you wait for me.

I have a tale to share with you-

An act to set you free."

9 Upon these words, the dwarf appeared

And angels flew below

Arresting Adam ere he stood,

For what, he did not know.

10 “What meaning do you have for this!

I am of Goddess craft!”

Ignoring him, they tied him up

And placed him on a raft.

11 As Lilith watched him float away,

She noticed in his grasp

A piece of fruit from off a tree

Secured within a clasp.

12 The crafty dragon then appeared

And freed the man to dine.

“The Tree of Good and Evil- yes!

Behold- it is now mine!”

13 Of all they were allowed to eat,

The fruit from off one tree

The Goddess had forbidden them-

It birthed eternity.

14 As Adam fled atop the beast,

An an angel came to guard

The entrance into Eden’s realm-

A blazing, shining shard.

15 The dwarves and elves rejoiced to see

The man depart their land.

As Lilith utilized her skills,

The Goddess found it grand.

16 A blessing over Eden’s girth,

Reviving all inside

And laugher flourished plant to plane-

A gift she would provide.

Fallen Angels and Adam’s Daughters

4- 1 Outside of Eden, Adam’s lust

Increased as he would find

A race of creatures, humanoid,

In which his loins would grind.

2 The offspring grew in wonderment

And angels fell from grace

The same as Lucifer had been,

Succumbing in that place.

3 As Adam had him many wives,

So, too, the angels took

To bed his daughters, full of sin,

Depicted in this book.

4 Abominations they produced,

The giants and monsters spawned

Devoured the outer world around

As evil newly dawned.

5 And still they could not enter in

The gates of Eden’s port.

The Goddess kept her promises

And Lilith ruled her court.

6 The angels, each a different brand-

A lion, and eagle, and

A bull defended Lilith’s woods-

And kept filth from her land.

7 For Adam daily tried his best

To take back all denied.

And yet the Goddess blocked attempts

No matter how he tried.

8 The dwarves and elves and other kind

Among the woodland’s hold

Arose to worship Lilith’s Queen

And forged the Goddess gold.

9 Too closely to the outside world

A few dwarves ventured near.

The monsters sensed the wealth and vowed

To offer hateful fear.

10 Again, day out and in, they tried

But Eden’s troupe prevailed.

It seemed a futile quest, indeed

For every time, they failed.

11 The dragon formed a vengeful plan,

And Adam fell in line.

No matter how they changed the course,

The Goddess proved divine.

12 And I would know, for She is me-

We are one in the same.

The garden holds a hidden myth,

And Lilith is her name …

I fell asleep

I dreamt I had a canvas

And a palette with blobs of densely colored paint

I began painting on this canvas feverishly, feeding the canvas its food

My hand danced, stroke after stroke with a wisdom of technique I questioned possible

My brushes moved with a rhythm, too choreographed for coincidence

I was destined to paint a masterpiece

A voice, not audible, it was intuitive

Suggested I call the painting "earth"

I awoke after the last stroke of my brush was meticulously placed upon the canvas

And saw what I had created was no longer a dream, but a beautiful reality.

"There's a queasy feeling in my stomach, looks like something's brewing inside!"

Burrrrrppp...

"Ohh...It's just a bubble of gas. Ummm...Let me do something interesting with it."

Phoooooooo...

"Ahhh...Whacktastic!! It's mighty powerful! Those stars were old anyway, I needed a break from them. And, the stardust looks like an interesting creation. But, ummm...what do I do with it?"

Hmmmm...

"Alrightie! I haves an ideaz! Let me roll it into a ball and then I can have some playtime with my latest toy!"

Swisssshhhhh...Swasssssshhh...Booom!!!!!

"Oh! The Mighty Heavens! Look what I just did!!"

"This is my most stunning creation. Look, how its golden gleams in the light of that orange ball I created earlier! It makes me want to sing."

"Hmmmm...where is that musical instrument I crafted that produces the sweetest melody? And, what did I call it...?"

"Ahhh...I remember! I called it a FLUTE. And I placed it securely at the center of galaxy number 10000000008. I must get it. Now!"

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here, I am! Ohhh...these puffy clouds of hope. I'm sure my flute's charm creates these. But they also obscure my flute. Hmpf!"

*Whistle whistle* *blow blow*

"Oh my flute, you little doe!

Come into my hands, and let us go.

Do not let, my impatience grow,

Coz Universe awaits, a mighty show!"

"Aha! You look as fresh and resplendent as when I made you. You, my child, were made for a purpose. The purpose of making sweet music. And, your time has come."

Doooo...di..da..da...doooo..di..di..da..♪♫

"Here we are! Can you see that golden ball shimmering in the glow of that other orange ball? Oh, the beauty makes my heart want to sing. Let's not waste any more time."

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♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪♫ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

"Oh, no! It's that queasy feeling, again. This time, in my chest!"

*Sniff sniff*

"It's rising to my head! It needs an outlet."

"What's this liquid that's coming out through my eyes? Ahh! But the queasiness dwindles.."

Hmmmm...Lick.."This tastes salty. It is so precious! I must not waste it. Let me send it inside that new golden ball. I'll create a hole through its center to allow this liquid inside."

Rizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

"Ahh, there! It flows into the golden ball. This liquid gives a cooling and calming sensation as it flows. I'll call it 'OCEAN'. I need a plan. A plan to keep the ocean in the golden ball."

"OK! I have it! It's called the 'centrifugal force'. If the ball rotates at a certain speed, the ocean will never spill out! Yay!"

"This ball is turning out to be quite an adventurous creation so far. I must do more with it."

"The Mighty Heavens! That irritating queasy feeling again. It is now arresting my eardrums."

"Eeeeww! What's this coming out of my ears? It's sticky and gooey! It's green and mucky. What do I do with it?"

Hmmmm..."Right now, I have only one place where I can dispose it off. The golden ball!"

"Ta..da..swoooooshhhh"

"There! Ohh! It's mixing with the ocean! Freak-show! It is creating a storm inside the golden ball!! Waaaaaaaaa!!"

*Sob sob*

"Hun...the storm is settling. The ocean is separating from the muck. What a relief! It's forming a different surface, a hard one! Wow! I knew it!! Everything I do is magical! That hard surface looks fertile. I can do more with it, but, first, I need to name it."

"EARTH! Yes, I'll call it earth. In fact, the golden ball will henceforth be called Earth."

"Flute! Let's do some more singing and add some more things to this most entertaining creation of mine!" 

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"Fish!"

"More marine life!"

"Plants. They shall germinate."

"Birds. They will fly high and add beauty to the upper echelons of this earth."

"Animals. They shall propagate themselves."

"Still something missing."

"Yeah! MAN!"

"But, he must have a partner for the fun and frolic. Hmmm..ok..WOMAN!"

"Oh, I forgot! Just like man needs a woman, earth needs more companions! I'll give it siblings. Eight...errr...nine of them. But ninth I'll keep hidden. I'll let man discover it!"

"Hehehe! Flute! Do you see how beautiful the earth looks? Man and woman are having fun along with fish, animals and birds!"

"But, Flute, some fun is missing! Let's sing again."

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

"That darned queasiness, it plagues my groins! I think I need to pee!"

"Umm...where do I go? Oh yes! Earth, of course!"

"What a relief! Ohh, it forms a lake! But, I must warn man and woman not to drink from this lake, nor eat the fruit from its banks or they'll suffer when they want to propagate."

"Man and woman! Listen, you must never drink from this lake nor eat any fruit that hangs in the orchards that grow near it. The water is contaminated and so is the fruit."

"If you drink that water, you will suffer queasiness in your chest whenever the two of you part. If you eat the fruit, you'll suffer queasiness in your groins when you want to propagate which will be followed by pain when you birth the creation."

"Hmpf!!"

"I told them! I told them, not to!! They did not listen! And now, they will suffer. They will suffer for generations upon generations."

"What do I do? How do I help them? Yes! I will add 'emotion' to childbirth and that will bring them peace, calmness and happiness!"

"This seems perfect! Now they are all set for a long long time to come."

"Ohh!! I forgot to give them a method to communicate with me."

"Flute! Music!"

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"Wave communication technology! Yes! I give them the internet. And I'll plant myself as the 'GOD App'."

Hahaha!

"They'll get in touch and they'll get answers and they'll think they are just having fun! They won't even know it's me! Yo!"

La - la la la - la la la - la la la ♪♫

And thus, HE played HIS music...

P.S. There is a reason why they say that children's prayers never go unanswered. Through personal experience I know that's true as well. Hence, in my mind, God must have a child-like innocence and excitement about each of his creations. Also, in my head, music represents the "Word". That's what I've tried to capture in this story and have also added some imaginative funny instances. No offence meant to anyone.

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A parallel universe to Earth

God created – he wasn’t pleased,

It was misshapen and lumpy

and the people weren’t in his image.

It was so lonely in the pin pricked night

with grating sounds and no purpose.

He decided to create another one

so he could say “it is good!”

The first universe was just practice

so he could improve his skills

It was dark and barren and foreboding

Now that he had honed his artistry,

he scattered humans in perilous midnight

and sprinkled crystal drops of water

rotating them until they covered earth,

cerulean blue, aqua, cobalt and turquoise,

saying, “As I take, I give back!”

He juggled the night with moon and stars,

occasionally dropping the earthen ball,

never giving up, got right back on the horse,

so that twilight metamorphosed into dawn,

bringing rays of sunlight to our world.

He shaped the light so we could witness

his creation as the emboldened dawn took care

of obscurity, leaving footprints on vapor trails.

Bolts of lightning became words to hapless souls.

Time begged to be born and it was so.

God’s fingers molded lumps of soft clay,

blood and bone coalesced to become flesh.

Fluttering souls awakened in deep shadows.

Joy of touch erupted in skin sensations.

God gave words to express feelings of

love and passion as we witnessed mosaics

of all creations cascading in sultry colors.

Inner peace and spiritual whispers flowed

on breezes as a leaf survives the wind on its tip.

Mist arose as intrigue surged through hungry hearts

but it was not enough – he gave us creativity -

so that our life would be laden full of promise.

He gave us touch and ability to express ourselves.

He filled the bowl of our world with fish and birds.

He placed animals – large and small – on our earth.

He shaped the wet pottery of man in his image

carefully molding him to create wonders of being.

Day and night became the never ending circle of life.

When he was through, he held his head in his hands

and praised what he had done, proclaiming with wonder,

“This is much better than the parallel universe I spawned first

“If at first, I didn’t succeed, I tried, tried, tried again!”

                   AND IT WAS GOOD!

It was Friday night and I had turned way too much water into wine. Inebriated and bored out of my mind, I had decided it was time for me to pick up a new hobby. My current hobby was becoming too redundant and mundane –walking on water lost its excitement with no one there to witness it.

That's it! I knew right then what my new hobby would be. I could create a group of followers to astonish with my water-walking skills!

Walking to the nearest moistened soil, I was giddy. I couldn't wait to create the first people to become my followers. Scooping up the soil, damp from stagnant water leaching from the nearby cesspool (don't ask, I was high when I created dry land and water, and I hadn't gotten around to fixing that little error yet) I began to mold the foul-smelling muck into a man-shaped form. I'll admit it was a sloppy job, but considering my wine-induced double vision is the reason Adam had two feet to stand on, I think we can look past the sloppiness.

I decided on the name Adam, which most of you already know, but what most don't know is, his last name is Miracle. A-Dam-Miracle. Haha!

Man I was drunk.

Anyways, I realized if I made a woman to pair with Adam, they could procreate my followers for me, and I could begin a new hobby –sword swallowing always intrigued me.

Ripping out a rib from Adam seemed an appropriate way to create his counterpart. I’m not sure why, but I'm pretty sure I was thinking about the barbecue ribs I had for supper the night before.

Eh, either way, Eve never asked me why I chose his rib, so thank fuck for that!

Eve is actually just a nickname I gave her. Her real names Even. Even Steven. Wine brings out a sick sense of humor –don’t judge me.

When I had realized that Adam and Eve were not procreating my followers for me, I attempted to “set the mood” by creating the moon and the stars to pepper the heavens in romantic lighting. But to accomplish this, I had to make the sun go away for part of the day, so the moon and stars could shine brighter. Aha! Dark and light!

The first night that the moon and stars came out, procreation began and it wasn't long before I had myself quite the audience. Everyone bowed to my water-walking skills, and I couldn't be happier than when I'd hear the “oohs” and “ahhs” of the crowd.

Before long, I became bored again, and quite frankly, Adam was getting on my nerves. Eve too. Adam couldn't stop begging to eat the stupid fruit I marked as inedible (Should've stuck to wine that night, whiskey makes me a bit of a control freak) and Eve apparently wanted to procreate with me, which I wanted no part of. I mean, wasn't that the purpose of creating them both? So I wouldn't have to put in the work?

Fretting over the current frustrations of my creations, I decided I would create something to eliminate them from the beautiful Earth I had made.

I'd need to lubricate my thinking wheels with some rum and Coke before stumbling upon a solution.

Yes! That's it! Flying animals to swoop down and carry these ignorant assholes away! So I took a long, hard swig of rum, straight from the bottle, and spat it into the air. Before my very eyes, an eagle had formed; such a big, strong looking creature. I instructed it to find the people, grip them with its talons, and carry them off as far away from me as possible.

The eagle flew the opposite direction, so I continued spitting rum in the air, making an entire fleet of all different species of winged animals. None of them heeded my instructions.

Pissed off and hungover the following morning, I was burning with the need for revenge. The winged creatures failed me terribly. I had to eradicate them, too.

I know! I'll make land animals, big ass wild cats, alligators, grizzly bears; oh the plethora of predators I had planned!

I had made two of everything and just finished the last pair of elephants, when one of the grizzly bears released a ferocious attack on me, nearly mauling me to death. Frankly, I'll admit it ok, that bear kicked my ass! I needed a vacation, but what I ended up with was one day of rest.

One. Fucking. Day?

Eh, it's all good I suppose. I created the food chain to get even with every species of the animal kingdom; my Friday night hobby is tuning into shows like “When Nature Attacks” and “Predators of the Wild” –unless it involves bears.

I don't need to get even with the people, they do enough damage to each other without me lifting a finger.

Hahaha! Ignorant shitheads.

Day One

Not having anything to do, or to stave off the heart attack forming in my chest (it turned out to be gas), or to hold off a walk to the gas station for cigarettes, or to creep away from the wife awhile, ornery ever since she noticed a carpet growing on her chin (it happens at this age), I turned on the light in the garage. “That’s better,” I said, maybe to the dust, before I set up my canvas and paints. But I couldn’t think of anything to put to paper, so I went back inside and watched TV.

Day Two

The light was still on when I went in and sat on my stool and tried to think of what I was going to paint. Wasn’t there some guy who looked at a blank canvas for ten thousand hours and sold it for ten thousand dollars? Some postmodern garbage about painting with the eyes, or the meaning behind the effort. But you need to be an associate professor to pull that crap. I thought to myself: simple. Dab the brush in blue. A sky, maybe. No gradation. No atmospheric perspective. No clouds, either. Just blue. Like a Rothko.

It was a relief to be painting again, but I couldn’t think of anything particularly interesting beyond its base color. My wife was on the couch, reading a book about magicians. I kissed her head, and she made a waving motion like she was fanning away a fart. Take-out again.

Day Three

I charged into the garage. I'd spent the morning binge-watching Bob Ross and was ready to tap, tap, tap some damn mountains and happy little trees. And I did. They weren’t murmuring mountain-springs, New World canyons, tufts of sycamore growing like weeds, but my mountains and trees were undeniable mountains and trees. Who needs art classes when you have Bob Ross? But that night I had trouble. I cut my finger on broken glass in the sink. Found out the wife dropped a mug in there and hadn't cleaned up. We yelled, she locked the door, we yelled some more. This was becoming something bigger than I had energy for. And worse, I was disappointed with my World. I wanted to make something that made you pause and really have to inspect it because you weren’t sure whether or not it was a photograph, but the painting was coming out vague and blurry and the strokes were clumsy. If it’d been a Bob Ross imitation, I’d be okay, but it was looking more like something my son made back in Kindergarten.

The answer came as if in a dream, but it was really in my deep night pondering as I listened to the old man snores emitting from my wife. If I could put something there, in the center of the image, then nature would become distant, would welcome vagueness, would allow immaturity, because of the diffusion of the object. It would be stylistic, at worse. Versimilitude, best. The painting needed focus.

Day Four

I touched up the lighting on the mountains. Added crouching shadows beneath the trees. Some low fog, like cottonballs. Then I became really inspired with the M of the sky and cut it in half, the sun setting on one side, emanating sapphires and clouds, the moon rising on the other, purples, silvers, like two eyes peering over the mountains. “This is coming all right,” I said, but I knew I was cowardly. I called the wife over, but she was still mad about the mug in the sink. 

Day Five

I added trim on the lake, a leaping trout, the shadows of smaller fish. Birds, too, little m's like the lines that start a set of lips. Still, I was touching up the frame. I went to get my shoes to go out for a cigarette, when the wife hugged me tightly. She came out and looked at the painting awhile, and agreed it needed something. "Us," she suggested, not realizing I'd started the whole thing to give us some distance.

Day Six

Deer? I added a silhouette in the trees. Ducks? There they were, paddling by the beachhead. I was afraid I was making a poster for North American wildlife. See Castor canadensis. See Ursus americanus. See Mephitis mephitis. 

With the kind of fear that finds you when you've been doing right so far, but you know you're about to do wrong (Other instances of life where this occurs: cards, relationships), I melted browns, whites, and oranges into a dull peach, my color, our color, and put a man crouched behind a rock, his back revealed, face concealed and looking toward the lake, like a neanderthal crawled from ape, or Prometheus put on his prison belly-first.

I could have been done there. But. Us. 

I had used the skin tone down to a smear, but the man was still wet. I wiped his back with my brush and added a woman, nude, breasts like fruits hanging from branches, dots for nipples. She was in the water, bathing maybe, swimming maybe, knowing she wasn't alone definitely. And he watched.

I'd added something unnatural to the forest, and I almost felt angry at the pair, like they'd ruined something innocent. But I was done. I called the wife, and this time she came quickly. "It's good," she said almost with relief, and if the woman didn't look like her, she said nothing. That night she cracked open a bottle of wine, some $20 generic label that claimed to be from Napa with a yellow snake on the label, but since she's not the drinking type I finished her glass.

Day Seven

I slept in with my wife and let the World be.

In the absence of dimensions,  darkness stood still. I looked into the deep and commanded darkness to move in a loop. As he walked away from its position, light came forth and I was pleased. 

As darkness spiraled across the vast space,  galaxies of stars emerged and spake, the language of beautiful colors in rays.  Heaven I said, shall be thy name. 

      Atoms to molecules solidified,  with the color of light,  water converged.  The large body,  I called Earth. Then,  I baked rocks as sets on the water, so I can observe the beauty of the meadow. 

 I made a lining over the earth,  the sky had clouds filled with air. The mighty water hosted the fishes.  A garden of trees, flowers appeared. The birds and insects multiplied and grazed.  Life of all kinds,  animals and plants,  both on land and in the water. I made them all in an ecosystem. 

      I sought for a shepherd to be my Knight. My image resonated,  and man was made. Out of the dust, I exhaled. `Adam', is his name. A bride called Eve for his companion. Creation was complete,  a day to sleep. 

  Universe insurgency came in play. A bite from this center tree, said the snake. Good and evil, a god remade. Hook, line and sinker, they took the bait. 

Adam!  Adam! 

Where hath thou? 

I sought thee

Yee not,  I found 

Oh lord! Oh Lord! 

From thee,  I hide

Know Yee not

Naked, I am

Cursed! Ye cursed! 

Ye hath,  from now

Greed and war shall plaque your kind

Eve shall scream when  baby arrives. 

So shall her descendants be devised

Toil! Ye toil! 

Shall thou, on earth

The snakes shall bite

Beast devour 

So shall it be to the end of time

 I am an old artist. I was living in no place, no time and no light. All I had was a paint pallet and a brush.

 Once, I perceived a white spot in the dark and I walked towards it.

"It's a semi circle" I said.

 I hurried and when I got closer I could see that it was a sphere: one semi sphere of black words and another of uninked papers. It was breathtaking and ostensibly what I was looking for.

 Feeling excited, I took my paint pallet to make all those meaningless words alive by giving them meaning.

"Ocean" was the first. I closed my eyes and imagined an endless blue. I picked a brush and started to shape my imagination on paper.

"Soil" was the next. I painted it in brown.

Then, "Plants"

"Green would be a perfect choice." I thought.

 I felt so tired and I needed to take some rest but that gloomy ceiling needed a light.

So, "Moon" and "Stars" were my next paintings.

I fell asleep over all those names. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. I got the word on which I lay my head. It was "Sun". I painted it in bright yellow and hung it in the sky to light up the...the..."World".

 My world needed residents. I wanted to try something different , I added all colors together and I masterfully painted the "Man".

 Animals, Air, Years  Seasons...I painted all of them one by one.

 "Done!" I said while putting down my pallet and brush to relieve my shoulder. I took some steps backwards to watch them all from a distance. It was beautiful but all those colors seemed so colorless, there must have been something missing, the most important thing. 

Lost in thought, I saw there was one last word and one last piece of paper.

Holding "Love" close to my chest, I thought about the shape and color of love.

Edited by Gowaart 

"I don't usually say this, but that was god awful what I made." I look over at Jesus, who is panting and sweat is running down his face and beard. I smile at him. "Shall we try again?" He nods, pausing a moment.

"But where did we go wrong?" He asks. "You are God. How could it fail?" I look at the Earth. It's quiet now. I don't hear the wails anymore. No more calls and shouts to me, expecting me to take them out of a problem they put themselves in. Or maybe it was natural, but they blame me for mistreating their home.

"Well make them the same." I offer. "Same biology, same anatomy. But we'll change one thing."

"What's that?" Jesus asked.

"We'll make them more human."