The Lonely God

Emptiness. Nothingness. Loneliness
My first three memories.
So I created, I made the nothingness into something.
Something vast, something grand, a work of art
A universe, which danced to the tune of forces and energies
The perfect machine
Yet I was still alone

This universe, this beautiful machine was my creation
but it was only a machine. It had no sense of self.
So I made another realm, separate but connected
and populated it with beings of light, of goodness.
They would call me their Lord and sing praises to me.
Yet they were, in the end, just parts of me. Separated, but still me
I was still alone

So I turned my face to my beautiful Machine and was surprised.
For lo, something that was not intended had happened.
Parts of the machine were starting to gain what I had thought only I could attain.
Awareness. Limited, but with guidance it could truly be something great.
and maybe, just maybe
I will never be alone again