In the beginning there was darkness, and man was alone with the elements.

On the first day, man made God in his own image. He imbued him with all things that set mankind apart: his mercy, his compassion, his justice, but also his fear, his rage, and his hate. At last man had a companion that would never abandon him, even in the darkest hour.

On the second day, man gave God control of all the forces of nature, the tides, the winds, the seasons and the planets. At last there was someone to thank for the bounty of the field's harvest, and someone to curse when the fields fell fallow.

On the third day, man gave God dominion over his politic. At last there was a leader who could not be killed, who would lead them in peace and in war without uttering a single word.

On the fourth day, man gave God his infallibility, the thing man himself so desired. At last there was a guide to arbitrate squabbles whose judgement none could question, above doubt or rejoinder.

On the fifth day, man gave God ultimate say over his morality. At last there was a simple cornerstone of justice: those that fought for god were just, those that did not, were not.

On the sixth day man gave God the last and greatest gift: final control of his destiny. At last there was a garden of paradise for those deemed just, and a pit of eternal suffering for the unworthy and the unwanted.

On the seventh day man awoke from his rest to find chaos. Nation had turned on nation, brother had turned on brother. The planet was withering, wars were raging, children were starving, and God in all his power was nowhere to be found.