Tales of Slud: Prologue, Part 1 - How the Entire Universe of Slud was created. And how both a planet and a man also got that name
Saturday, September 8, 2012 at 6:43PM Tales of Slud, Prologue, Part 1 - "How the entire Universe of Slud was created. And how both a planet and a man also got that name."
In the Beginning, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. You would not believe how empty the place was. Like, think of something. Anything you choose. An apple. A cute little puppy. The 3rd law of thermodynamics...That didn't exist. It wasn't there. Because there was nothing. Quite literally nothing.
And then, the Universe came to Be, for much the same reason, many wise people throughout countless centuries have been driven to confess, perhaps somewhat ruefully, that any universe is created; that is to say, a dry and very poignant boredom. That, and also because there was a consciousness to perceive it. But mostly it was just the boredom...and by the use of that particular term, the author of this book intends to convey a general picture of the most dreadful tedium, as if that of a bad dream which never really seems to end until at one time, for one reason or another, it does. Such, the author has noticed, can be called "life" by many, many tongues, and many more fingertips. Such a terrible, wearisome boredom exerts a certain pressure upon many individuals to create as a means of at least temporary escape, and that attempt to escape from the horrendous tedium of mundane existence, it is thought by many of the scientists of our world, provided the impetus for the very existence of our Universe.
For Behold! Upon one Thursday night in the world of a creator, there appeared a being known only as The D.M., shapeless and formless, and as small and yet as vast as a single thought, and for the first time, there was something. For The D.M. had come forth with a Will to create, and thus the Universe was no longer empty, nor was it Void, nor meaningless, nor uninhabited, but it had a population of one, and that one was He who had come forth to create.
And the Thought of The D.M. called forth into being the Universe in all its potential, as if it were a great Mansion, whose outer walls had been fashioned as a sort of boundary to everything, although the inside remained as yet unfilled. And The D.M. looked upon the boundaries of the Universe that He had created, and He thought that It was good...enough. Sort of an underachiever, that D.M.
