God made man in his own image. Old bastard never did have much of an imagination.
But it’s a chore, building a universe. Make a billion planets and anyone’s going to think, eventually, that no-one’ll notice if a few of them look… similar.
Still, when the first extra-solar planet you reached had its own Africa, questions got asked.
You found patterns. Layers. But you never grasped how deep they went.
Own image, remember? The whole universe came from the brain He copied, to make yours.
Look up, you don’t see the stars. You see the inside of your own head.
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