Zephyrs, Zygotes and Zenobiology
or
God's Green Blob
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Purpose and Power
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Aphids and Attitudes
or
Space Conjugation for a Greater Purpose

Copyright ©1996

Preface

You are about to read a story involving a character named God. This is a fictional story, and the characters in this story are not meant to be exact replicas of real characters with similar names, however any resemblance to real characters is not entirely coincidental. The characters in this story are not intended to represent the true qualities of same-name characters under the fictional circumstances that follow in the story below.

In other words, although it would be nice to say that I know exactly how God would act under the below circumstances, I do not. I am a mere mortal, and I cannot even begin to assume that I know everything there is to know about God--especially His behavior before the creation of human life.

I do not mean to offend anyone, and if you are the type of person who becomes easily offended at someone trying to personify God then do not read this story. I realize that I have, through this story, attributed human characteristics to an eternal God. This, you must realize, is a failing that I, as a human, have. Because I am a human, I see God through human eyes, and, believe it or not, as I wrote this slightly farcical story, I found that I had given Him characteristics that could be identified more with the author(me) than with God. Believe me though, I mean for no one to be offended or led astray by such a story. The only place I know to find out about what God is really like is in the Bible and through a personal revelation by the Holy Spirit. That's the only place that any of us should search.
Perhaps reading this story could even lead to a good exercise in searching the Bible and finding the faults in the characterizations portrayed in this story. At any rate, this story was written in order that people could be entertained and enjoy themselves a bit through it. It is in no way intended to be a revelation on God's character.

Enjoy. And go read the Bible.

Copyright ©1996

Lonely Whispering Zygotes

For millennia they had existed on the rock, alone. Eon by eon they did what they knew was required of them. They spoke no words, for there were no words to speak. Together they absorbed energy from the cosmos. Each depending upon the other for survival, they worked in harmony to propagate their kind. One synthesized the appropriate nutrients for their survival, while the other provided proper structure and protection from a hostile environment.

They could not remember any time in their past when someone had instructed them in what to do. No one had ever explained to them their purpose for living. It seemed as if they had always known. They were to survive and propagate their kind. It was plain and simple. Communication between them was extensive, though non-verbal. Neither had names, nor desires for thought transference. Simple genetic transference--a swapping of everything that each of them was, was the ultimate in non-verbal communication.

Their purpose, as they understood it, was to drift through cold, dark and lifeless space, collecting energy and dispersing zygotes. They were alone, but not lonely.

Once, during the dawn of the universe, God, out of concern for their well-being, made a special effort to visit and communicate with these, His rarest of all creations.

"So how're things going for you out at the edge of this remote, spiral-armed galaxy?" God said.

They did not respond. They were too content with their immutable purpose of propagation to acknowledge an Immutable Creator. Oh yeah, and they also didn't have mouths.

God was not used to being ignored. He became slightly perturbed and found Himself trying to decide between turning the ancient life-form into galactic fertilizer or creating within it the desire to speak. God eventually thought it better to do neither because He had given the creature a monumentally important purpose in the universe, and had made sure when He created the green slimy life on the chunk of frozen rock that it would not be distracted by anyone--even Him.

So, God went about His business.

On a nearby planet, many light years away, God stopped to make another star go supernova so He could watch the fireworks. He sat briefly on the planets' satellite in order to contemplate the proper ratio of elements He would have to fuse in order to achieve the energy needed for a yellow star to generate a supernova. He had done this one-trillion forty-two times, and it just didn't seem to be as fun anymore. His thoughts began to drift to the green slime floating alone in space. It didn't want to talk to Him, but He sure wanted to talk to something. That thought lingered in God's mind for a moment like a familiar smell that you just can't place. There was something familiar about where He was, and it had something to do with what He was just thinking about. It was right on the edge of His brain. He continued to struggle with trying to remember it for a moment, when He suddenly remembered something that would help Him remember quite easily--He was God. All He had to do was speak it into existence and it would occur. So God said to Himself, "Remember what it is that You were trying to remember," and He remembered.

He remembered that this planet at his feet with the thick blue and white atmosphere was where He had originally decided to begin one of His projects a few eons ago. And to think He almost destroyed the whole solar system for fun. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered if He had obliterated the entire galaxy, because He would have just re-created it like He did the last time it was destroyed.

Well, the timing was perfect to begin His project. It would give Him something to talk to finally. So, in an infinitesimal fraction of a picosecond, God translated himself to every spot on the beautiful sphere to survey His new environmental laboratory. God decided to take one last nap and begin the project tomorrow.

Before the week was out, God had made millions of creatures. The creatures varied in kind from highly complicated beings that could easily communicate verbally with God Himself, (which He was quite pleased with) to massive amounts of green slimy stuff that closely resembled the slightly offensive creature that was still fresh on God's mind. Of course, these creatures still could not communicate, but God made them anyway because they served as a very important link in the food chain.

God enjoyed talking to His new creations, but after a while he realized that the capability of a creature to respond to, "How are you?" with, "I am fine," just didn't quite give God the amount of verbally communicating satisfaction that He was looking for. For real stimulating conversation, He would have to create a being that not only could answer questions, but could also ask them. He would create man.

And the next day He did.

And what a creature it was. God delighted in talking to man. There were always many questions for God to answer, and always something for them to talk about. Mankind was quite unlike the, "How are you?" beings in its original design, for man was the first of God's creations that did not have instilled within it what its purpose was. All of the other creatures made before man knew that their purpose was to exist for God's distinct pleasure. Man, on the other hand, was given the knowledge that he existed, though he did not know why, and he was given the strong desire to find out what his purpose was. This is what made him such a curious creature, and such a wonderful being for God to talk to. God was quite pleased with man.

For many years God walked about the planet keeping His ear warm and His mind entertained by the perusings of mankind. God thought it quite humorous at times, for they would observe the simpler creatures, and try to imitate them in their purposes. For many years men tried to produce or manufacture food like plants or honeybees, or they would simply try to reproduce as many of their kind as they could, like rabbits or mice. It wasn't really important to God what creature men tried to imitate, as long as he was searching for his purpose. In the meantime, men and women found the greatest amount of contentment when they simply talked to Him, for that, of course, was their true purpose, though they did not know it.

On one tragic day, it came about that mankind's desire to find out what their purpose was, led them to a rather mystical tree. This tree, which God had named the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, contained untold knowledge, and perhaps, mankind thought, the potential to be gods themselves. They believed that they had to try it, though God had told them not to, for if they had more knowledge, they would then, perhaps, know their purpose in living. At any rate, they rationalized, it surely wouldn't harm them, for even God had only been humored by all of their other purpose searches, and none of those searches had been dangerous.

Well, God was quite distraught when He came back from a nebulae-forming field trip to find out that the curiosity that He had given His creatures had led them to an act which would keep Him away from the close communication with them that He so much enjoyed. In His absence, they had done the one thing He told them never to do. (Of course, the only reason He created the tree in the first place was to give them the word-concept of "No," so that they would have something else to talk about.) He never wanted them to partake of the tree.

Well, all the poor creatures on the planet became pretty messed up with all this new knowledge that mankind now had. The new knowledge had brought about an even more disturbing situation to man. Men had now become overwhelmed with doubt. They knew both good and evil, but they couldn't decide which was right. Mankind became very discontent. Before, they may not have known what their purpose was, but at least they were at peace in whatever they did because they were in close communication with God. Now they had great difficulty speaking to God because their shame for disobedience made them feel very inadequate to even be around Him.

Unfortunately, God couldn't walk and talk daily with His most beloved creation anymore. Even though He really wanted things between He and man to be like they had been from the beginning, He knew that if He were to continually hang around them, their guilt would make them neurotic, and they wouldn't be any better for God to talk to than their closest genetic relatives hanging in the trees.

So, God stayed close by and hung out on the moon quite frequently, watching His creatures progress. Centuries went by. Their overall knowledge increased vastly, though their common sense seemed to decrease drastically. They called themselves humans and thought themselves little more than animals. They learned more about emotions and decided to manipulate others with it. They learned that this was a form of power and they looked for new power wherever they could find it. They soon discovered many forms of power and utilized them fully for their personal gain. Power of death. Power of life. Power of fire. Power of language. Power of thought. Power of technology.

Man, as a whole, became increasingly isolated from God, however God was still watching, listening and speaking to a certain few. Within each man, God had ingrained deep within, their true purpose, the desire to ultimately seek after Him. Every once in a while, a man would decide that seeking earthly powers was ultimately worthless. It was these individuals that would then discover that God was still there talking to them from the moon--or somewhere.

Centuries went by, and just before God moved off of the moon, about 2000 years before, God sent His Son to try to fix the neurotic state that His humans had driven themselves to. His Son laid it all out on the table for them, plain to see. He told them what their purpose was, and showed them the best way to fulfill their purpose. Eventually, this helped many get over their neuroses, but for many more, who had feelings of doubt too strongly embedded within them, it made their neurotic behavior even worse.

Time drudged on, and mankind learned to use the greatest power of all. The power of modern technology. Men began searching for their purpose all over the universe, and even sent people to the moon to find it. (That's when God moved to the sun. You can imagine how psychotic some of the astronauts would have gotten had they seen God there.) Still, only some of the people on the planet listened to the Words of God's Son, and found contentment in just communicating with God, as was their purpose.

The centuries marched on, and technology proceeded to lift many men up to the level of a god. The newest branches of the anciently powerful tree of knowledge was finally allowing these misguided creatures to find out if their ultimate purpose was to become a god. They were able to create new life, just as God had. They were able to solve every mathematical problem ever conjured up in the blink of an eye through their self sustaining quantum computers. They were able to reach the furthest points of the universe with a mere thought.

And yet, they were still a hopelessly lonely, neurotic mess.

Within the now-well-explored Milky Way Galaxy was a small chunk of rock and ice, that had been traveling timelessly through galaxy after galaxy for eons. It began making the final approach of its existence into a small but beautiful solar system just as man landed on Mars. It dispersed a zygote quite near earth just as the 100th president of the United States was impeached. It made a flaming descent into the large ball of gas and fire we call the sun as the Chinese colony for solar observation on Mercury became established. This, of course, was the same rock that the ancient green slime resided upon. And this was, of course, the last moments of life for that green blob on the rock as well. The two life-forms on the rock had no knowledge of the danger they were in. They just continued to repeatedly shoot off their zygotes into space. They were content to be alone with each other, in silence. Content to silently drift past the orbits of nine unobtrusive planets toward a ball of glowing yellow gas. Content to be fulfilling their ultimate purpose. When the heat of the corona became too intense for them to function they did not care, they simply ceased their millennia-old existence. The life of one of the first creatures God had ever created had finally come to an end.

Despite all of man's searchings, very few actually knew their purpose. It was time for God to get on with the next phase of His project. Life for mankind would not be any better no matter how much knowledge they attained, and most importantly, every human on earth had finally attained the most important knowledge of all--They had all had a chance to hear the news of His Son through the modern wonders of technology. DNA technology had finally advanced to the point where every fetus was implanted with a DNA microprocessor that contained all the information in the known universe on it. (Talk about child prodigies.) God had given His Word a great, long time ago that this crazy planet would someday get a clean slate, and it was time.

After decades of traveling around the silly blue planet, the zygote was finally pulled out of orbit, and into the sea by an inconsequential force called gravity.

A massive green blob, after centuries of struggling for its survival with a violent underwater volcano, was finally brought to the surface of the water by the rising solidified lava.

Zygotes dispersed freely throughout the airs of the earth.

God sent forth His Judgment upon the world.

As had been the purpose all along, the descendent of the original green blob on the chunk of rock and ice sent its zygotes throughout the world and ravished its forces upon mankind. All of the medical technologies contrived through centuries of quantum computers and zenobiology could do nothing against the plague of the ages.

The human demigods could not conquer one of God's first creations.

A purposeful ending to a purposeless people. A creature with an age-old unquestioned purpose destroying creatures that continually questioned a purpose that was so easily attainable.

And God said, "Those silly zygotes still won't talk to me."