Dear Cain,
The Alpha and Omega writes you in answer. It is true, man created God, but man cannot create anything but from matter that already exists. From the Old New Land, I willed man to create me just as man willed me to create him.
You have questioned me with due cause. I have given favor to Abel, and you slew him for it. My will was to provoke you, and provoke you I did; though for all you know, I moved the hand that slew him. It is not for you to know the ways of Me, nor is it possible you may understand My ways outside the Old New Land's confines, a diaspora in which you shall dwell a very, very long time.
You, not Adam, are the first true man, and yours is the primal eldest story. The eldest story is not the expulsion from paradise. There is no paradise, there is only the Old New Land, from which man is expelled at birth, and to paradise he shall return within a year of his end. Before you were men of seventy-thousand generations, but you and Abel are the first men to read and first to write. I willed your pictographs just as a mere nine-thousand generations ago I willed two brothers like you into speaking language, or just as, 13.8 billion years ago, I said Let There Be Light.
Abel developed the pictographs for every word; he created the tableture by which men can will their world a bit closer to the old new world - permanent records by which lessons may be passed and greater things built. His was, self-evidently, the greater achievement, done with greater ingenuity, loftier motives, and purer heart. Your charge was merely to teach the written tongue to others.
"Merely." One might think he had the harder job, to invent from the cosmos that which no man had invented. But yours, in fact, was the harder by far. A conjurer who brings things to life which none before may bring happens once every thousand years, but a teacher who may instruct the young without the young using all they're taught to cross purposes, that teacher is one every million. So your sin was not that you failed to teach well enough, your sin is that you taught too well, because the more effective your teaching, the more your teachings will be misunderstood.
It was perhaps not even a generation after those to whom you brought the written tongue learned how it may be of use to question the authority of all those I favor. And from those questions grew the hostility of ruled to ruler, and ruler to ruled. Ruled dream dreams of ruling, rulers dream nightmares of being ruled. And yet their dreams are more real than the reality - which is that my favor is bestowed complete and utter disdain for its efficacy. There is no perfecting imperfection, and in the world of action, the only cause predestined is that all solutions are ineffective. Whenever men learn to view the world anew, they newly awaken to this truth of truths in this world of action and effects: that every set of laws by which men order their lives is false.
And yet, the realization of that lie creates tiny emissions of holy truth that humans pull down to earth in their moments of greatest spiritual tension, and those tiny effluviences light the entire world of action from one era to the next - inspiring millions with divine light, building empires and civilizations, create memorials that could last for eons, and not to my glory, but to their own! But as difficult as it is to build, it is easy to destroy, and all those who make dreams of building a reality must destroy the dreams of others.
With his pictographs, Abel has created a greater exodus of sacred discharge than this world of action has ever known in 4.543 billion years. The inevitable crossviolence that followed killed Abel and so many others as partisans of both sides slaughtered through their killing fields without judgement or mercy. And so great is the gushing diaspora he caused that your world may be out of balance for an eon hence, the foundation experiencing seizmic cycles of creation and destruction, millenium, after millenium, after milenium. .
Therefore, the eldest story is yours, not your father's: the story of favor and disfavor. The hero is Abel, but it is your story to write. Those chosen for favor will fall from it, and the longer they stay to favor, the longer the ignominy to follow. They shall fall to states far lower and longer than than even the states Cain will know. Whole societies will feel only greatness in their veins for a thousand years, and then feel only humiliation for a thousand years thereafter. But among individuals in every time and of every place, there will be a vast society of billions whose favor fluctuates all their lives; yet even within this society of billions, there will be a very small creed and race, a chosen few flitting across favor's ladder, up and down all the days of their lives - and in seeing life from all vantages of fortune, they shall be living witnesses to all my creation. For all the states to which humanity shall be subject; from splendor and glory to execration and astonishment, they shall be my chroniclers, my progenitors, the Tree of Life's doctors and lawyers and accountants and middlemen, the leavening of many a society's rise and unwitting hangers blamed for accelerating a fall - and yes, occasionally even the unwitting cause; the very instability of their position shall be a weather gauge. As My Kingdom's eternal guests, their well treatment betokens a society deserving of rise, their ill treatment bespeaking a civilization deserving fall.
Yet each of them can only see my creation from the span of a a single body in a single lifetime. No one man can transmute within his mind the millions of views which a great multitude can register, passing on knowledge from generation to generation through books, laws and custom. Yet none of them may have the vantage point of you, Cain, the original teacher.
The original sin is neither murder nor sex. The world's natural state is precisely those two states in tandem. The original sin is teaching, for all teachings are only partially correct, and from every teaching's fraction of untruth grows the capacity for sin.
the beginning, and you are the end.
You shall be my living witness. My proof. My
Your God of Justice and Mercy,
Melvin
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