An Impulse
by Edward Rodosek
Creator
uttered a deep sigh, yawned, and gloomily looked
around.
“What’s
eating Thou?” Spir asked him.
“I’m
dying of boredom,” Creator said.
“How Thou
could be bored?” Spir was astonished.
“Thou are almighty, Thou could do everything,
and nothing would happen without Thou would allow.”
“Yeah,
that’s true, but–”
“Thou
live in heaven, Satan is safely imprisoned in
Hell, the angels are fluttering all around, and
Archangel Gabriel blows on his trumpet blues or
rock only for Thou. What do Thou wish more,
Creator?”
Creator
shrugged with what should be His shoulders.
“Why, I don’t know--all over is only
emptiness; everything is just the same, always.”
“Explain
this, if it pleases Thou.”
“Well, it
would be nice if something happens--anything--do
you get me? There is nothing I could do. I can
only be idle and look at always the same
translucent faces. And they aren’t too
handsome either--present company excepted.”
“Thou
don’t have imagination enough,” Spir
said. “Inspiration is what Thou need.”
“Darn it!”
exploded Creator. “Then you inspire
me! Don’t forget that’s your job.”
Spir seemed a
bit offended. “Regrettably the inspiration
isn’t something what comes at a command.
However, to please Thou, I’ll try to hit on
something. Now I need, of course, a total quiet.”
A silence
occurred, solemn and boring. A single angel
flapped by and Creator waved impatiently his hand
to chase him away.
“Now I
know!” Spir shouted, radiant with happiness.
“A marvellous idea struck me! If I
wouldn’t be modest by nature, I’d said
it was unique. Such a brilliant flash–”
“Stop
babbling,” Creator cut him short, “and
tell me what you have thought out.”
“Thought
out is a bit too humble diction for such
a… okay, okay. In short--from now on boredom
would stop to exist for good. My idea is Thou
could watch a real action--different actions with
always changeable outcomes.”
“Just
watch?” Creator’s voice sounded
disappointed. “No, no--that would hardly be
enough.”
“Wait a
second. Thou are almighty, so Thou would be able,
to do anything. To rule, direct, control, and
guide all that actions and events, in accordance
with Thou wish or impulse. And if Thou later get
sick of it–”
“Enough
of theory, Spir. You just give me a simple recipe
what I should do for that purpose.”
Spir giggled.
“Thou have to create two indispensable
things--matter and time.”
“No
problem,” Creator said. “Which of them
first?”
“Simultaneously,”
stressed Spir. “That’s the whole point.
Which name would Thou choose for that new
creation?”
Creator
thought for a while. “Well, let it be Big
Bang.”
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