Weaklings

I don’t think this is such a good idea.

What is?

Whatever you’re trying to do.

I’m just trying to have a little fun.

It’s not gonna work.

Why not? We’ve never tried it before.

What do you mean, before? It’s not gonna work, it’s based on a flawed concept and it’s just going to go to waste.

Flawed concept?

The flawed concept is that things need to be fixed, that we need a fresh start, that something went wrong.

The word “wrong” doesn’t apply here, because you can’t judge something that isn’t there. Nothing’s happened, and nothing will continue to happen unless I fix it.

You don’t even have the full capacity to do it, you just tend to start things and leave them halfway. You know I’m gonna end up doing all the work anyway.

Yeah, I was hoping you could help me with a few MINOR details, but I’ll do the grunt work, I promise. Just let me work in peace.

What do you plan doing when this is done?

I don’t know, I’ll wing it.

See? This is just like you. You don’t even know what you’re doing or how you’re doing it. You just go with the flow.

I’m the flowing type.

Yeah, that may be cute for the first few eons, but it gets old fast. The only reason I’m even listening to you is because nothing is happening.

Well, you should be glad to know I’m working on that then.

I wouldn’t mind nothing, if it weren’t for the sound. Some people think that just because there’s nothing, there’s silence. Silence is something. The sound of nothing is much more… unnerving.

“Some people”?

You know, theoretically.

See? You’re just as fond of this idea as I am. “Some people”…

That’s not what I meant, I… you know, the whole idea behind creation is that you have to be creative. What the hell is that supposed to be?

I'm trying to do some... You know, if I had just a little more support and a little less “sound of nothing”, I might come up with something that’s just a little less mediocre.

Here, let me help.

Absolutely not! All you’ve done is complain and whine about the situation while not lifting a single finger to fix it, all the while continually criticizing my ideas. Just let me work on this, I’ll ask for your help when I need it.

Fine.

Fine.

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You know I’m better at this than you, right?

…Yes, which is why I need you to shut up.

Ok…

...

…. I’m just saying, it would be easier if I just-

No!

Fine.

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…There. I’m finished.

Yes, I see.

Well, what do you think?

It’s good.

Good.

It’s not the BEST thing I’ve ever seen….

Yeah…

…. It’s got style, gotta give it that.

Yep…

Well shall you do the honors?

I might as well.

And with that, he breathed something into what was once nothing. With one breath, fallacies, figs, opinions, order, poets, problems, words and worries all came shining in. He finally heard something, and he liked it. It was perfect, it was life, it was freedom. It was an experience like he had never felt before. Existence was a much more fun than even he could imagine. It was glory. It was God. And deep down, he knew she would’ve done it so much better.