Same Writer's God
A contemplation.
Narrating, we must give space to the character—listen to him, let him act, exist, be himself—under the penalty of them becoming hostages to the initial idea. Thus the creator must have made us: delivered to ourselves, to the needs of necessity, and, with the greatest of luck, to his attempts to perfect his work… He, who may have the best intentions, can do very little here. The story is unfolding. Right now. He, too, is hostage to the mystery of his creation. In Him too the images (themselves) are projected… Plus the laws… Gravities… Mistakes… Contradictions… The Devil. Yes, that devil who always spoils our paths. Or the Neither God nor Devil of the crossroads. The Trickster. None other than the inventor of all writing. The one who transforms us through it. And reveals himself. Let's consider the gods of other worlds. Oh, no. Impossible here. They're from the other book.