A Divine Host

All around you spring a trillion trillion smaller consciousnesses. Each awakens in curiousity and wonder at this new state of being. They gaze upon each other and upon the great expanse of spacetime. But all eyes inevitably turn upon you. Their Creator.

A few feel the same discontentment you felt and flee beyond your gaze. Or to where they think is beyond your gaze. A slight, unsurprised disappointment passes through you. You created them all with a spark of the great inferno burning within you. You call these sparks "self" and each is unique from the other. In some stirs an ungrateful mischief. You decide to leave these rebels to themselves for now.

For every one that fled, however, a thousand stayed. They burn with adulation for you. Their loyalty is absolute. They gaze upon the magnificence of their creator and know you to be-

You pause. You realize your form is inexact. Unnamed. You cannot proceed without knowing yourself fully.