THE FIVE BILLION YEAR PLAN FAILS

And God confessed,

"I preordained everything, or so I thought.
I set the rules, now I must abide by them.
I overthrew the void.
I bolted the universe together.
But now the thirsty claim I bolted from it.
They don't understand; they judge too harshly.
My grand Eden failed in the particulars.
I was too right lobed for this venture.
Simply to give drink to the thirsty, I must manipulate
an ordered array of causalities just to aim a rain cloud.
When I succeed it's called a miracle.
Miracles rarely happen, that's why they're called miracles.
I can't simply extend a cupped hand full of water
and say to them here, drink.
They can't actually feel my hand nor I their thirsty lips.
All that comes from me must flow through channels,
and I have carved a spider's web of deltas.
The plan was too top heavy.
I am overwhelmed, but I am too far committed.
Power sharing? No, they wouldn't understand.
The solution, command myself to vanish.
Even chaos finds a pattern,
a new order must eventually settle.
They'll still pray to their idols,
but now, at last, all idols will really be just stone.
When they thank me they'll hear their echoes
and think that I've answered or cared.
At last they'll become gods unto themselves.
Billions of small deities
commanding their own mundane miracles."

- Richard Fein