The Generous God

I am a generous god. I do only what is best for the earth to keep her healthy and happy. But more importantly, I keep my humans thriving.

Throughout my eons of existence humans are the first ones smart enough to ponder my existence. It makes me happy to know they think about me up here as I watch over them. Although despite their intelligence, they always find ways to ruin their own happiness. 

War, starvation, genocide. I provide all things on earth to prevent such atrocities from taking place. 

"Why," I think to myself. "Why do these humans find the need to destroy each other? I do everything I can to make their planet an oasis. Beautiful oceans that stretch for miles without end, emerald plains perfect for agriculture, A perfectly balanced mother star to regulate life, and so much more.  Is this not enough?"

It is clear that things do not go according to plan when these humans are involved. Give them a gorgeous animal and they only seek to destroy it. Give them a crystal ocean and they only seek to pollute it. And yet I love them so.

It pains me to see my humans suffer. The planet I built, despite its beauty, is also that of dangerous possibilities. Plague and famine are always in the background of my mind. Throughout my life, I have seen the beautiful creatures of the earth be ravaged by these two things.

I have grown a keen eye for it though. When I see a plague go unchecked it only takes a tidal wave or two to cure it. When I see famine rising I simply swallow it with an earthquake. I can't stand to see my humans suffer. The plague is slow as it travels through the body. It could take weeks for it to finally kill its host, whereas a tidal wave or volcano takes only seconds. Famine can take years to wipe out an entire population, whereas an earthquake or cyclone takes only minutes.

I am a generous god. A quick death is a mercy for those affected by such atrocities. I cry for them as they fall to my disasters. Their deaths would not have come so soon had my creation not been flawed. I can only strive to do better as my humans' progress. Despite them always working against me. 

I thought when they found out about my existence that they would join arms and work together to reach me, and yet this knowledge has brought nothing but despair. War has ravaged my beautiful earth for centuries now as my greatest creations battle for what they believe is right. 

"Why," I think to myself. "Why do these humans find the need to be right? Right and wrong are only constructed to separate them. All ideas should be integrated into society. Only then will they be able to progress."

And yet they never do. Instead, my beautiful humans feed off of others' misfortunes as their progress slowly circles around like a whirlpool. I ponder sometimes. I ponder how I could push them, how I could get them to progress further.

"They have to progress further if they want to face the horrors beyond this planet."

Throughout the years many thoughts have slithered into my head, including the thought of extinction. A fresh start. The dinosaurs didn't feel a thing as they quickly turned to ash. 

"Maybe that's what this planet needs," I whispered to myself.

The thought always leaves as fast as it came.

"I couldn't do that to my humans. They have gotten so far.. they just need a little push." 

Years pass as I watch. Waiting for someone to make the first move. There only needed to be one. One to rise up above the rest, to take earth to a new height. To progress beyond the years that they have lost to war and slavery.

Years pass as I hope. Hope that they have more time. That the ever-growing darkness that surrounds my earth will hold steady, as my creation progresses itself to face an entity it cannot yet see. 

All of that hoping, watching, waiting. It was all for naught. I tried. I tried to prepare them. To push them in the right direction. Knowing that one day they will be consumed by something greater than I. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered to myself. "I thought you would have more time."

I watched as my earth slowly grew dim as the darkness of the universe began to envelop the sun. I could hear their screams from where I sat. Their panic only fueled the darkness as it swirled relentlessly towards them. I saw as they prayed to me. Not knowing what was coming to devour them and yet knowing that this was the end of their days. 

This darkness was much older than I, much stronger than I, and much less generous. I did only what I could as I sent my final disaster hurdling toward my once beautiful earth. Magma spilled from the planet as the ground split underneath them. There was nothing quick or flawless about it as my humans were one by one swallowed by the blazing ocean. 

Every.. Last..One

I wept as they cursed my name. 

"How could you do this to us?!," they cried.

And yet this was for the greater good. Lest this entity grows stronger. The darkness crept across my now lifeless earth as it searched for souls to devour, but there were none left, and just as quick as its shade took the sun, it was gone, leaving me with nothing but an empty void and a broken heart. 

It took me 7 days of weeping before I began my search once again through the cosmos. A search for a new home. A home that had not already been tainted by the shadow of space. A home that with my help will birth a species capable of stopping this darkness. For I am a generous god.