He was lying on a floor. He did know what sort of floor, nor where he was and how he got there. All around him was darkness. Or at least it looked that way. But then again, how could he know, since he had never seen light. For all he knew this could be light. He didn�t move, just lay there. He had no concept of time. The only thing he knew was that he had been where he was ever since he could remember. He had never learned about the concept of time, he�d never spoken to another human. But then again that didn�t bother him, since he didn�t know there were others like him. He was perfectly content the way he was. He was Being, no more, no less.
For as long back as he could remember there had never been a sound other than a constant humming noise, but that had always been there, the monotonous humming. He called it Mother. Why that particular word came to him had never been an issue, it just had and that was it. Mother was always with him.
He was happy; at least he thought he was. No one had told him he wasn�t happy, or that he could do more than just lie there in the darkness with Mother. Nothing ever changed, but what was change to him? It had always been like this.
His eyes were closed. It did not really matter if they were open or not, dark was dark, but he did not like the stinging feeling that he got when they were open too long.
One day ,not an actual day since time was not a concept to be dealt with, day was more an abstract term he liked to use out of lack for better words, Mother was no longer, she had gone. He could no longer hear her humming! What had he done to make her go away? He had not done anything, changed anything. Where was she? His eardrums were exploding with the sound of silence. He could not bear it. He opened his eyes. Darkness was still there.
�Mother�� he whispered quietly. How strange it was to hear the word. Actually hear. He listened, wanted to hear more. Nothing. �Mother!� he said again, this time louder, �Other�!� was what he heard from a distance. He moved his head. Where did that Other come from? He got to his feet and started scrambling towards the �Other�, his body not used to movement. �Mother!!� He yelled this time, he heart nearly stopped when the sound �Other..!!� came straight back at him. The voice was coming from somewhere in the darkness, but it sounded like his own. That could not be, could it? But he was here, he had said Mother, how could he be saying Other somewhere else at the same time? Surely he did not move that fast.
Suddenly fell to the ground. Something had hit him on the forehead. It hurt. Pain was new, he did not like it, but it was new. What else was new? He stood up again and moved his hands towards It. Had It hit him or the other way around? His hands felt something hard right in front of him. �Floor� he thought, it felt like what he had been lying on for all this time and had come to call Floor. The Floor had a thing that he could hold onto and turn. He turned it. Floor moved aside�He saw Nothingness. This was worse than darkness; it hurt the eyes worse than keeping them open! His hands shot to his eyes, protecting them from the Nothingness and trying to push away the pain with them.
After a while of standing like this he decided to look again. He moved his hands and saw�
�Can you not see ?� a voice came from the Nothingness. This time he was sure it was not his own, he had not even opened his mouth. He tried to see, but Nothingness was everywhere and the voice nowhere. He braved a step past the open Floor. A new sensation! Fear. Fear of the unknown. But how could he be afraid of the unknown? If he did not know it, then how could he be afraid of it? There was nothing to be afraid of, nothing had ever hurt him (�except that Floor that hit me on the head before.� He thought). These thoughts did not inspire much confidence though, he still felt afraid. �Weird.� He mumbled. �That�s right,� the voice answered, �you are weird.� The voice now sounded closer, and it was defiantly not himself speaking.
The Nothingness seemed to disappear little by little. Things started to come out of the Nothingness, gleamy and shiny things, things attached to other things by means of longish things. Some things were smaller than others, but most things were stacked on top of each other in no logical order. �What is this?� he asked, more to himself than to the voice. Stepping over to the nearest thing which seemed to hold a white fluid, he noticed a shape moving towards him. �What are you?� he asked, this time directed to the shape. �You can call me God. To you I might aswell be.� God answered. God was a word he had not thought of before. �And you shall be nr 555.� Nr 555 did not see a problem with that. Sure why not even, he had not called himself anything before, he had just been him, but he could understand that calling himself something might be a good idea. God had a name, so why not him?
So what was this place? Nr 555 turned his attention to the things closest to him. The Floor was stacked with things. �That is not a floor, nr555, that is a wall.� God interrupted Nr 555 train of thought. �A wall is something I use to confine space with, to keep things inside of. Without walls there would be no order, and without order I cannot live.� Nr555 looked at God and asked �What is order? What use does it have? What does it look like?�
God looked at nr 555 in surprise, but then his face turned back into a smile and he answered, �That�s right, you�re new, you don�t know yet, I�ll explain. Order is what keeps things together, makes things work and �� � But I thought the Walls kept things together?� Nr 555 interupted with confusion written all over his face. � Don�t interrupt me,� God said, �Yes Walls keep things together, Walls are rules you see. So, there is order in everything, I made sure of that. This room has order, even though it looks messy, I know exactly where everything is. The things within these walls can only be in a certain amount of places, hence there is order. Order is not something you can see as such, you can see the effect of order. Choas is the opposite of order. Do you undersdtand me so far?� God asked. Nr 555 nodded his head but then quickly changed his mind and shook it instead. �Aha. Well, let�s look at this thing here then.� God said and pulled out a thing from the Wall. "This thing was a plant," God explained. "Plants are made of tiny little cells that are basically thrown together in random order within a certain confine. These cells grow and multiply in time and will eventually turn into a full grown plat that, defined by it�s species, will look a certain way. This plant I�m holding here is a rose, and all roses will look the same. I also made sure of that. Do you understand what I�m saying now? Even though the cells are in chaos, the outcome will be ordered.� God looked intently at nr 555 , desperately hoping he understood it this time. �I see�� mumbled nr 555, �But why did you not order the cells to begin with? Would that make more sense� he asked.
�Where is the mystery in that? you have to understand that a lot of people follow me. therefor i have to make all i do look grand and mystical, otherwise every half wit can figure things out on his own and there would be no search for the reason of things and life in general, and i'd be out of a job. Consider it self employment if you will. I make sure there are enough things my underlings can't quite understand so that they will need my advice and will need to believe in me. If they understood everything, no one would believe in me and i would not be anymore. It's a paradox, i make them but have to make sure they believe i made them otherwise i am no longer and then they can't exist because i created them to begin with.� God returned.
�besides, I have an agreement with a certain someone that order without chaos can�t be; What would define order, if not for chaos and vica versa?�
Nr 555 thought the whole idea of Order VS Chaos was to much for him to handle right now. It had been only a little while since he had even met God. And now God was rambling on about underlings and believers and what not. What more was, that God seemed very pleased with himself with all of this Order talk. he really hoped no one was actually making too big a deal of this God person. Imagine if there were people (he had started to realise he was not alone at this point) who were taking in every word this guy spoke! God was confusing to listen to and nr 555 was pretty sure these believers thought must be fanatics of some sort to spend their time trying to figure out why God did what he did. And he made nr 555 feel stupid, and nr 555 did not like that very much.
"Now, listen to this..." God started again...
"The whole point of having order is to make life easier for those who live it. A classic example of order is Time. Now, that was one of my best inventions if I may so myself." God did look very pleased with himself. �See time was a tricky one, I can tell you that. I needed something to keep order in life. A rule that did not change and was easy to follow.� Nr 555 looked at the thing called plant while God kept ranting on. He had taken a liking to Plant right from the start, it did not talk that much, unlike God, and nr 555 liked that about Plant. Plant seemed quite satisfied just being, very similar to himself in that respect. But now God had come into his life and had messed it all up. Nr 555 wished he could go back to lying on the Floor with Mother there humming. �God, where is Mother?� Nr 555 interupted God in the midst of his story about how it had taken humans so many years to figure out how to divide time into manageable pieces called Years, months, weeks, days, hours, and so on. �I�ll tell you about that in a minute! And if you had been listening, you would know what a minute was. Ok, where was i? Oh yes. Christianity. Such a pompous word, don�t you think? My followers have many different names for me you see, some call me Allah, others Buddha or Jahova and yet others just call me God. Christians pretend I like them the best even though the Jews think they are my favourite and the Muslims believe they are my people. To be honest with you, I couldn�t give a flying fart about any of them. But to make them all believe in me is the important part. It gives them something to think and fight about. Anyway, I was telling about Time, and how Christianity took forever to figure that one out. It�s understandable though, that it took them so long, they were too busy fighting, stealing, conquering and causing general mayhem, all the while creating peace on earth. Very much like our present day Americans I might add.� God looked a little unhappy at the thought of the later mentioned Americans. He was getting a bit fed up with the ruling-the-universe thing at times. Especially when he had to take human stubbornness into account. Humans are just too proud, God thought. Waste of space in the end. They only cared about their individual selves in the end.
�Funny when you think about it�� God murmured. Nr 555 looked up from where he sat. He had gotten a bit tired of standing around, listening to God, so he had found himself a nice partially cleared area on the floor and sat down. The idea of hearing something funny coming from this self-important little man was funny in itself, but he was willing to give it a try. �What is funny?� He asked God not really expecting him to answer him in a one liner. �Well, if you really want to know�� God answered, looking very happy that Nr 555 had taken the hint and had asked what was so funny. �The fact that humans very often tell themselves that what they do is for the benefit of others. And I can see what they mean. They might give a beggar some coins, feed a stray dog, give a friend a hand with the moving of boxes or even feed their children. In the end it makes them feel good about themselves that they did it. Therefore they shall do it again, just to make themselves feel good again. See what I�m getting at? A person will do another person a favour and not want one back, just so that he or she can feel good about being him or herself. It�s classic. So what it all comes down to, is that humans are basically self-centred ego-maniacs. Most people will also never admit to having made a mistake. They rather blame someone else. I wish I could do that, but I�m on the top of the food chain so...� God smiled at the thought. Yes, he was the top, or rather he Was the top. �Don�t get me wrong though,� he resumed, �I like the human race, I sort of have to since I created them. They are fun. And they genuinely try to do good. Most of them anyway.They even have this saying which I personally think is brilliant, it goes something like: �Do onto others as you would have them do onto you.�, it really sums it up.