and i'm all out of bubblegum

Abandoned In the beginning, there was nothing. Not the nothing of still waters that pull you in, towards their darkness. Not the nothing of barren lands and empty air. But oblivion, the nothing of having never been born and never to be. And yet, the eye of God would open, being there and having always been there, staring into this abyss. And with its mere thought, a dream perhaps, or a song, a choir of creation, the world began. A glorious world, where the seventh-born Sun gave three dawns and four dusks. Where endless and sunless seas wrought salt-wounded flesh. Where the triple-eye opens to the birth and death of knowledge in the untended flame for the first and, perhaps, final time, if it has its way. And more, long forgotten. But as God set its eye upon the world, and only it knows what it saw if it has not forgotten, it was disappointed. The one and only truth we know. And so it left. Leaving behind but Servants, the divine machines by which the wheel of the cosmos turns, if it turns at all. And so the black flame of creation cooled into the white flame of decay. As the primordial became merely ancient, humanity was born, into a world where they had already been abandoned by both their mother and their father, by a divine that was both and neither. And as ancient became historic, God was forgotten, by everything but name, only remembered by happenstance to give to everything mankind did not quite understand. Which was everything that mattered, if anything truly did. And as the historic becomes the known, by tales from grandfathers to fathers to sons, the then becomes the now. Where petty lords rule over petty kingdoms. Where those who thirst for power ask for more from men who know too little and yet too much, nevermind the consequences. Where those who simply wish to live pay the price in blood and more for those too eager to not find their stops to the top, even though they will never reach there before the fall. And so the flame keeps on burning, from stagnation to decay, until the machines stop turning.