Once, there was a God. 

Though the God was undoubtedly a God, and, as per God status, was to be unbothered by any human-like type of annoying life side effects (feelings, bodily functions and, worst of all, a plugged nose), He found Himself plagued by a rather ungodly and yet absolute-complete-unmistakable feeling of loneliness.

As a matter of fact, He was rather confident in saying that no other Gods in any other Universe had ever felt as lonely as He did. Admitting, of course, that He was not the only God in the only Universe, which would have automatically made Him the loneliest.

At that time, the universe was a very cold and strange place. The God used to roam it, trying to find anything to occupy His God mind, looking in every dark corner (supposing that the universe, indeed, had corners : the God was not so sure of that, as the place was truly very dark and, though a God, He had no idea what a corner felt like), until the sudden realisation of His condition pushed him to, still as per God status, create Light. 

Now that He could see, and that He realised the universe did not have any apparent corners (though He was determined to keep looking), the God created heat. Not for His own comfort, as we have already covered that Gods are exempt from cold feet, runny nose and the very particular I-blew-up-my-lab kind of hairstyle which comes with these bone chilling winter winds (the God would soon create wind) but for the comfort of the life He was about to make from the tip of His finger. 

We will not have the time here to discuss His trials and errors which led him to craft the most bizarre creatures the Universe had ever seen (some of which He kept for souvenir, such as the platypus) or to make His bulbs of light explode unexpectedly (giving him a very specific I-blew-up-my-Universe kind of hairstyle). Instead, we will jump to the time when, after billions of experiments and several nervous breakdowns following  unexpected black holes (He did not like the look of that maybe-a-corner at all) His Universe was more or less stable and very much filled to the brim with excitement.

That was the time when the God discovered the most heartbreaking truth of His long, though not endless, life: everything dies. After time passed (how much time ? The God did not know since every sun's sundial kept giving a different time from the other...) the light flickered, the heat went cold, planets started to endlessly roam the infinite darkness until He put an end to their misery or until they stumbled onto a Maybe-A-Corner and were never seen again.

 But the God did not give up easily. When light faltered, He created a new one in its place. He was determined to find the right light, one that would last forever, and if not forever, with at least as long a life as His. But nothing ever comes close to a God, and light kept on dying. At that point, the God was certain that He had a heart, since He felt it shatter over and over each time His light died. He stopped moving in His universe, He stopped looking for corners and for new colours, He stopped listening to the distant buzzing of life and He stopped watching as stars melted together, making something even more beautiful, something He had yet to name and yearned to make eternal. But death could not be tampered with, and everything had to die. Again. And again. And maybe still a tiny little bit more.

But we have covered that our God is a stubborn one,and one might we even say an angry one. Yes, anger was His new fuel : anger that nothing He created would ever truly cure Him of His loneliness, that nothing was ever eternal enough for Him and that at the end, no matter the effort, He would always end up alone in a dark and cold infinite, counting His toes to wait for time to pass (He had toes). And instead of eating Him up, the ungodly feeling gave clarity. Since He was the only being capable of creating a Universe, He was the only one able to make it almost immortal. 

He explored His universe for the last time, collecting every rest of light He could find, thousands of tiny rays to keep in His pockets. And when He was done and alone (except for the Maybe-a-corners that He was not able to find) He let light pour out of His fingers and of His mind, building everything up from the ground for the last time. And as His conscience finally drifted away, a newfound light brightened the cold Universe He had let die in His sorrow and had resuscitated in His death. The God was no longer, and His dearest wish had come true : His creation had survived Him. And as a last gift to the loud, vibrant and colourful life He had created, the God had decided to give back the tiny nuggets of light He had collected. 

Sometimes on the street you can still see the gift the God left us, thousands of light spots embroidered on a man's skin, around his eyes, on his hands or feet, telling you that somewhere, somehow, at one time, you were loved enough for light to always shine down on you.