The Littlest God

There once was a river that never stopped moving.

It twisted, and ripped, and sliced through the land and all other things. Taking from the very thing that made it, breathing out unknown, and unseen prospects of truth.

The river was a mix of utmost good, and the darkest of evils. It could sin as well as offer solace to those that passed by.

It would caress the universe in a pouring of intellect, and of selfishness. No other river, or creature, in the entirety of existence, could do such a thing. None knew, that they wished too, those other things where merely what they where. They could not choose as this river could.

The brook was tainted from its birth, flickering sparks of color that would drip, and flounder out into one another. The Gods feared this river, more than any other thing they had made; it could indeed consume them if so inclined.

This river was called Man.

Long ago, in this time when the river was, and the land existed on both sides of it, one of the youngest Gods came to the center of the Man.

This God was not the strongest, nor the wisest of its beings, but it was the kindest. The other beings in the universe called this one the Littlest God. It had chosen not to fear Man, and was the only one among them, to come and attempt to know the dangerous river.

“Please Man, tell me what you want, why are you here?” the Little God asked, he was small, with little hands and a face of the palest moon color. His hair a shade of green that was similar to the newest baby trees on the land. He was nothing to be feared by a large river as the Man was. It did not really have to answer, but yet it did so.

The Man’s voice spoke; long waves crashing to make such noise, for it had no other way of speaking.

“ Man is Here to give purpose. Man is to be the Good and Evil. Man is too be the Discontent One. ”

The littlest God listened, and stood still, under the crashing waves of Man, drawing his hands close, so that he could touch the water that passed over him. He smiled, and then spoke again growing brave.

“Why do you kill Man? Why do you not allow the universe to be at peace? Without murder the creatures would love you.” he asked still, and strong under the pressures of Man.

“Man is not meant to let things be, Man is the pusher and tester, of all that should be. Peace is something that Man cannot allow. Peace is Death. It is the end. Without Man, nothing would really matter, no one would think to question. Man kills because Man has choice, and without choice, Man would not exist. ”

The Littlest God closed his eyes, and then stood straight; for you see he had hidden himself as a small thing, too test Man. When his eyes opened, it was revealed who this smallest one was. His shroud of unknowing had fallen away, to hide in the shadows of the earth.

The Littlest God had another name, and it was Existence. He though the smallest, and least noticed of all, was the maker of all things. He in a long time past had made all other gods, all the stars in the sky, and the very universe itself with the forming of his words.

One by one, he had come to each of the Gods and the stars, the trees and plants, the animals and bugs to question them. Each time, the Littlest God had hidden himself behind his cloak, ensuring his true nature would not be known.

“You have passed the test, the test if Man would tell its true nature when questioned, even to something small. You have been the most honest of all the creatures I have made; others admit only one fault, not all. Others claim they do things in my name, but you Man have said you are the questioner. This is the truth, Man is meant not to be a blind follower. No. I made you Man to be the Explorer of my secrets, the tester of my waters.” The Littlest God smiled, and delved into the waters of Man, his pale body disappearing and hiding from even the river itself.

He swam, touching his perfect, pale fingers along the tops and inner hidden parts of Man. Then without another word, The Littlest God hid, and drew into the universe as he had always been.

Man was blessed by Existence that day; he was given the ability to think, to feel and to love, as no other creature in time, had ever been blessed before. Man would never be a God, but truly Existence had given Man something even more rare and precious.

Man would always be marked to travel through time, to be an unyielding river that would in its heart, the freest thing of them all. Man was given the ability to choose its own answer.

Today Man is much the same, a river, upon the earth that makes things, and yet destroys. The lesson for us is to know that for all the evil, there is a good. Man, humanity is not a force of either side. Each one of us is a drop of water in the river, traveling the length of time, touched by the blessings of the Littlest God.

It is the proof that the Kindest and Littlest God is the true Maker of Man. The most powerful being in the universe was the smallest, just as one human is a drop in the river of Man.