In a sad Universe a God has been feeling miserable about all the death around him. Nothing but waves of dead bodies flowing with the current.
It’s been an eternity. Eventually a tiny man shows up, barely visible to the eyes of gods. The Goddess tries to cheer up God:
- Look, this one’s alive! It’s a man! He’s alive!
God glances almost absently:
- Nah, he’s dead.
- But look, he’s moving, he’s alive!
- It’s probably just the wind, rolling him around or something. Look, if you hammer some nails into his legs... there, now he doesn’t move, see? So he’s dead.
- But look, he’s doing something with his arms, he’s alive, I’m telling you!
- It’s not his arms, it’s the wind, how many times do I have to tell you! Here, if you nail down his arms... there, see? Not moving! He’s dead!
- ... his mouth is still gaping and closing repeatedly, and he’s got tears flowing from his eyes, I’m telling you he’s alive!
God looks irritated at this bleeding human.
- That’s impossible!
He drives a big nail into the man’s skull.
- There! (he pokes him around a bit). He’s most certainly dead!