In the beginning were bacteria. They were bored. Millions of years of life will bore anyone. Even bacteria. They wanted escape from boredom. In spite of volcanic eruptions and other entertainments. In spite tectonic plates shifting whimsically. In spite of falling comets and asteroids.
Boredom is the most powerful agent of change. It can kill you. Or it can make you create new life. New life came. In various forms. Plants. They were bored soon. They longed to meet mate. And the mate was born.
Dinosaurs. They found it difficult to mate. Snakes crawled around and cockroaches flew around. Some mated. Some devoured some others. The lion came claiming kingship. The lion was soon bored. The ape came mocking his boredom and running around on trees that the lion could not climb after mating and eating or eating and mating. When the lion was insulted enough into genetic humiliation, the ape descended from the tree and became man.
Man was bored sooner than all others. In spite of condoms. And other entertainments. So he sat down to meet and discuss. Brainstorming led by a CEO. “Let us create a god,” the most creative brain suggested. And they created a god in their own image.
Xerox copies of the god soon gained popularity. And they assumed new shapes. Avatars, the creators called them just for the sake of authority. Authority comes from the author of the new story.
New stories. New gods. New authors.
Somebody wanted to be the leader. He said, “We shall have only one god. All other gods are false.” A lot of blood flowed. Down many a stream.
History continues. Gods rule.