Celestial stirring pot: beyond beauty

Bored, I am so bored.

I sat on a couch, stirred the pot full of sparkling divine water

Sprinkled it on a pinhead-sized celestial object that created the universe, earth, sun, people, animals and everything else.

People lived in the forests, ate like animals, lived like animals, mated like animals.

Bored, I am so bored.

Added some spices to the pot – intelligence, love, stirred the pot again and sprinkled divine water on the universe.

A few lucky ones who received it became bright, built a civilised society and loved each other.

Bored, I am so bored.

Took out a piece of pride from my heart, envy from my eyes, and divinity from my forehead; added them to the mix. Stirred the pot and sprinkled divine water again.

A few lucky ones received it: one small section became Gurus, demi-gods and Prophets. Nations were created. The other section, the majority, followed them. They became feeble-minded, lost souls, conditioned, and unconsciously lost themselves in bloated self-expansion. First, my home, then my caste, my god, my religion, my country – eventually the self was lost. They were called normal people.

The unlucky ones who never received the divine water fought against self-destruction, suffered, and were mentally fragmented by the slurs thrown by zombies – the so-called normal people – in the name of normalcy: status quo, god, and leaders.

Loved, I am so loved, I exclaimed.

I looked at my inventory, which seemed empty, and at the pot to stir, which looked ugly.

Then I wondered with disgust why I had created such a dead world. Waited for the fallen world to diminish back to nothingness, eventually, ultimately.

Bored, I am so bored.