William Shakespeare
I have obtained the power of a deity, the power to fundamentally alter reality and transcend its governing laws. I exist outside of all this, so I am not influenced by anything within it. Present, past, and future, I can access any moment and edit it as I please. I am the creator of the world, but not the world you inhabit, specifically the text being written here. Right now, you are not in the dawn of this universe; you are in the dawn of this universe's manifestation because everything exists within my mind. This is about my world-building. So, the first question is, what kind of world will it be? I won't create a perfect world because I can only create a perfect world for others, not for myself. Because as soon as the world becomes perfect, it will immediately cease to exist. Moreover, this is a reflection of the spirit turned into text, something I cannot imagine and therefore cannot exist. So, what I build must be a collection of fragments of the world unified in the consciousness of one named Nguyen Minh Quan. First, I will mold a human, shaping it in my image, according to what I consider human to be. The most developed intelligence, the center of the world, and the highest being in the human world. It will be the perspective from which we experience both the good and the bad in the universe. So, let's begin. First, it needs the fundamental quality of existence, existing in the form of the first human's thought. Next is about how it will exist. What kind of human will it be? It will be a boy. Born, the boy will first perceive the world around him through developing senses. But there's nothing here, so we need a world for him to experience, a world of creatures like him, a world of humans filled with boys and girls. And all of them will connect with each other to form what we call society, the cradle for the interaction of humans. But they must not only exist but also continue to exist, needing a reason to sustain that life. So, what they need to sustain will be the exchange of matter with the outside world because if they were to self-sustain, it would mean independence from my mind. This will require a power equivalent to mine - the impossible. Therefore, we must now establish a system for their existence based on this world. It is absorption through the intermediary of nature.
Lo, behold! The power of a deity now be mine, to wield with great might and authority. A power to reshape reality, to transcend the very laws that govern its existence. Lo, I exist beyond the realm of influence, untouched by the ravages of time, present, past, and future mine to traverse at will. Moments, like pliable clay, bend beneath my touch, as I shape and mold them according to mine own pleasure. For I, in truth, am the creator of this world, not the world in which thou dost reside, but the very text that unfolds before thine eyes. At this very moment, thou art not at the dawn of the universe, but at the dawn of its manifestation, for all that doth exist is but a figment within mine own mind. Yet, this is a tale of my world-building, a venture not taken lightly. Thus, the question first posed is this - what manner of world shall it be? A perfect world, perhaps? Nay, for I cannot fashion a perfect world for myself, for in its perfection, it would cease to exist, swallowed by its own flawlessness. Furthermore, this tale is but a reflection of the spirit, translated into words, and such a concept eludes mine grasp, for I cannot envision what I cannot comprehend. Thus, what I shall build is a collection of fragments, meshed together as one, unified within the consciousness of a being named Nguyen Minh Quan. Pray, permit me to begin. First and foremost, a human shall be crafted, shaped in mine own image, according to my perception of what it means to be human. An entity of heightened intellect, a center of the world and the pinnacle of existence. From this perspective, both the noble and the wicked shall be experienced, for it is through this fair creature that the universe shall unveil its secrets. But lo, where to commence? This human must possess the fundamental quality of existence, to dwell within the very fabric of its thoughts. Yet, this is not enough, for it craves an existence to perceive. Thus, a world shall be fashioned, a world populated by creatures akin to itself, a world teeming with boys and girls of human stock. And within this realm, they shall weave a tapestry of connections, forging a society, the very cradle from which human interaction shall sprout. Yet, mere existence is not sufficient, for the flame of life must be kindled, its embers kept alight. What shall sustain them, thou might ask? Verily, the answer lies in the exchange of matter with the world beyond, for if they were to subsist solely upon themselves, independence from mine own mind would be nigh impossible. Thus, a system must be established, a system that relies upon the very fabric of this realm. Let it be a ballet of absorption, through the intermediary of nature itself, that sustenance may flow into their being. Thus, the tapestry of this world starts to unfold, each thread delicately woven to form a grand design. But tread with caution, for the power I wield is vast, and with such power comes responsibility. What tales shall be etched upon this canvas, what wonders and tragedies shall befall the inhabitants of this realm? These are questions yet to be answered, as the journey through my creation continues, forever entwined with deep thought, and the philosophical musings of an eternal mind.
