There once upon-a-time roamed a boy.
The boy went from a baby to a toddler. Then from a toddler to a child. Then a child to a boy. Then from a boy to a man. But, no matter how old he grew, no matter how much time passed, he kept on pondering and pondering, if people reflected on their existence, then what did existence reflect on?
No matter if he was crawling on all fours with pacifier, drawing a red house on a green hill with a painting brush, fishing for big and small fishies in his small, little boat, skinning a deer he had caught, or even sleeping, the question persisted.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't reach the answer.
He became a tutor, a teacher, a killer, a hacker, a criminal, until there was once thing he still did not become.
A God.
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