A Change In Perspective

Once there was a little boy. This little boy had an incredible sense of wonder, which was matched only by his boundless imagination. He imagined that there existed a place quite unlike his own, where new things were waiting to be discovered around every corner. It had everything that this little boy wished to see but never had. There were giant waterfalls, literally bubbling with excitement. There were short-tempered volcanos, spewing fire for no apparent reason. There were mountains and valleys, jungles and deserts, and exotic creatures of every variety. The little boy enjoyed creating this world, if only within the confines of his own mind. Although he was by no means tired of his imagined reality, for that is indeed what it was to him, he felt that it was missing something very important. So the little boy imagined that people lived in this fantasy world. Although he fabricated their identities, each and every person had a personality that was all their own. They had dreams and faults and quirks, and everything a "real" person would have. But the little boy, because he had imagined them into existence, knew every person's identity inside out. The little boy greatly enjoyed following the lives of his imaginary people in his imaginary world. He shared in their wonder and excitement of all the things he had conceived. When they experienced tragedy, he mourned with them. When they succeeded in their endeavors, he celebrated with them. He intervened in their lives often, but tried to do so in a way that would not shatter the reality of his created world. To this day, the little boy is still vicariously experiencing the lives and adventures of the people in his dreamt up world. And in case you were curious, the little boy's name is God.