God himself.

I think of the creator. As a drifter. At least, that is what I’d do. If I were in the creator’s shoes. I’d drift. From one end of creation to the other. To inspect and survey creation. Thing is. Creation is so massive. I’d drift forever. And find stuff I never expected. Proof that my creation went far beyond anything that I even imagined. Making me sort of a genius. Without knowing it. Meanwhile, while drifting endlessly. A creator becomes bored. And decides to take over the heart and soul of one of his creatures.  So here I am, folks.  Talking and thinking. As if I’m Jim Broede. When really it’s me, god himself.