I’ve often referred to the force, whatever it may be, that created this universe as “The Great Engineer”. It’s no accident. The definition of engineering is bringing order forth from chaos; where once there stood naught but rubble and ruin, a great work has been made, eternal and enduring. Composed equally of rules and rods, structure and structures, functions and forms, the universe in which we live is the pinnacle of development– the culmination of an infinitely long development cycle, which itself is still ongoing. Creation is not finished– it’s still in the alpha phases.
I envy The Great Engineer. I can’t handle changes to my plans nearly as well, even if it’s just something as simple as “the bus driver didn’t change his route designation number”. Forget about having to deal with the free will of an infinite number of sentient beings, all it takes is one idiot to wreck my night.