In the beginning of everything a door opened into the Universe. This was the moment when the Supreme Guy discovered the World. He sat down on a white throne and made proclamations and prophecies but there was nobody there to hear them.
So he started to create a plethora of beings—germs, bugs, ants and people— who would be able to listen to him making his gossipy prophecies. All these new beings crawled up from the underworld, through a deep sinkhole, emerging into a big white bowl.
Gleaming from birth, they could see their creator. Floating with joy, they sailed on the seas and felt the rush of wind from creation’s vents. Some days there would be a deluge of suffering
and the people learned to ascribe this to the Supreme Guy who probably had eaten hot lava and fire the day before. Some days were a peaceful rain. Some days were sun. Some days the creator would disappear for a long time
and the people would be alone in the Universe and no one would know what to think or believe. But the Supreme Guy would always return with new decrees that would smell of buttermilk and cheese.