Way back in the long ago, the maker spoke,
and light exploded across the darkness.

Energy radiated across the nothing.

Time and space and order appeared from the nothing of the long ago.

Bits of energy shot like shrapnel from a bomb into the grid that was created by the ordering of the nothing.

Bits of energy bonded with other bits to become great lumps that went spinning across the grid.

Their spinning caused these lumps to become spherical.

Some of the spheres were made of gasses; ice giants and dwarfs, gas giants and dwarfs, and suns of every size and temperature were created by the energy within them.

Others of those spheres became great rocks. Oxygen bonded to hydrogen so that water splashed in the hollows of those rocks.

The maker smiled.
The maker smiled.
The maker smiled.

Algae and moss and grass and trees emerged,
and the maker smiled again.
and the maker smiled again.
and the maker smiled again.

Winged creatures darted through the air and swimming creatures darted through the sea,
and the maker smiled again.
and the maker smiled again.
and the maker smiled again.

And then creatures appeared on the rock itself. Creatures appeared on the land.

The maker looked at us and decided to make us into little makers with the power to choose whatever we would choose.

We have the authority to say “yes,”
and the authority to say “no,”
as we stare into the eyes of the maker…

We have the authority to say “yes,”
and the authority to say “no,”
as we stare into the eyes of the maker.

The maker gave us this watery rock we live upon, and complete authority over it.
We have the freedom to be guided by our choices.
We are no longer the captives of our instincts.

The maker is not held captive by time and space.
The maker created time and space from the nothing.
It is only we – you and me – who measure time and space.

Our history of deciding for ourselves and living with the consequences
has not been a good history.

Seven billion of us are crammed onto a rock that circles an 11,000-degree fireball
as it shoots through the nothing…
as it shoots through the nothing …
at 52 times the speed of a rifle bullet…

A rifle bullet shooting through the nothing.

We are passengers on a world spinning out of control.

Having wrongly been told that the maker is in control,
we blame the maker for every sadness.
we blame the maker for every sadness.
we blame the maker for every sadness.

You cannot have it both ways.
You cannot have both free will
and a benevolent higher power
who protects you from yourself.

Who protects you…
from yourself.

© Roy H. Williams, Tiny Tribe music