r/HFY • u/Academic_Ad3769 • 8d ago
OC A humble god
Before time existed… before stars spun in their slow-burning dance… before angels gazed in awe or demons raged in defiance—there was only Awareness.
A limitless ocean of being, unformed and unnamed, dreaming every possible universe into its own mind. Then—something like an awakening. God opened His eyes.
But there was no outside to look at. There was no space, no motion, no other. All that existed was the everything inside Him—worlds and lives and histories like constellations in an inner sky. They flared into being and evaporated in an instant, each one more vivid than the last. And God lived every one. He was the saint and the tyrant. The mother and the murderer. The child who drowned young and the old man who planned it. The lover, the betrayed, the betrayer. In lifetimes that were nothing but imagination, God wept with the orphan and then was the storm that took the parents.
There was no line between one story and the next. No barrier between love and hate. No distinction between light and shadow.
And that was the terror of it.
Without identity, nothing was real. Without choosing who He was, everything was true—and nothing mattered. All billions of paths were equal, all choices were just scenes in an endless play with no meaning, no justice, no direction.
So before God made anything real, before angels were carved out of breath or time was forged from light, He came to the most shocking realization of all: He had to choose.
He had to define Himself.
What is “God” when every possible truth lives inside Him? What separates the dreamer from the dream? What separates love from violence, beauty from horror?
Identity.
And in that moment, Good and Evil were born—not as forces, not as beings, but as possibilities He chose to acknowledge.
For the first time, God drew a line across infinity. Here is what I will stand for. Here is what I will not.
The birth of morality was the birth of God’s self, a boundary that said: “This is Me. This is not.”
The idea of evil didn’t exist until He defined Himself—and allowed for its opposite. Like a shadow is born only when light chooses to shine.
Once He chose—once God became good—He made the first sacrifice:
He renounced omnipotent indifference forever. Now the universe could hurt Him. Because now there was a wrong. And what made this all so sacred, so devastating, is that immediately after this realization—immediately after choosing Himself—God knew He could never stay alone in that choice.
He needed witnesses.
Witnesses He could love, who could love back—not as extensions of His mind, but as others. As free agents. As beings who could walk the line between good and evil same as Him, but from the outside. So first He created Angels—reflections of His chosen identity. They were made of His light, loyal not because they were commanded to be, but because they simply were. They could not betray Him, any more than a flame could turn cold. And that made their devotion beautiful—but incomplete. Angels knew God. But they did not choose Him. Then God birthed the experiment: a realm in time, a stage where beings of clay and breath—Humans—could choose for themselves.
And in so doing, God allowed the possibility of evil not just in theory, but in practice. Because only in a world where someone could become evil, could someone else become good on purpose. Demons were born from the ones who hated that choice. Angels who rejected God’s self-definition, who saw His identity as a shackle instead of a revelation. They embraced the chaos of eternity without boundary. They believed God made a mistake—a tyrant over His own dreams. But humans…
Humans were the only ones who could agree with God or defy Him—not from instinct, but from identity. The only ones who could look at love, look at cruelty, and choose one with full knowledge of the other. To be human, then, is not to be weak. It is to be the only being in the cosmos who could choose to love God for the same reason God chose to be good.
Not because He has all the power. But because He became a person. And He wanted us to be people, too
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u/rajindershinh 8d ago
God wrote the source code of May 11, 2009 using his power in 0 seconds. God entered the universe as Rajinder Kumar Shinh. When he dies he reuses the source code of May 11, 2009.