William Shakespeare
I have obtained the power of a deity, the power to fundamentally alter reality and transcend its governing laws. I exist outside of all this, so I am not influenced by anything within it. Present, past, and future, I can access any moment and edit it as I please. I am the creator of the world, but not the world you inhabit, specifically the text being written here. Right now, you are not in the dawn of this universe; you are in the dawn of this universe's manifestation because everything exists within my mind. This is about my world-building. So, the first question is, what kind of world will it be? I won't create a perfect world because I can only create a perfect world for others, not for myself. Because as soon as the world becomes perfect, it will immediately cease to exist. Moreover, this is a reflection of the spirit turned into text, something I cannot imagine and therefore cannot exist. So, what I build must be a collection of fragments of the world unified in the consciousness of one named Nguyen Minh Quan. First, I will mold a human, shaping it in my image, according to what I consider human to be. The most developed intelligence, the center of the world, and the highest being in the human world. It will be the perspective from which we experience both the good and the bad in the universe. So, let's begin. First, it needs the fundamental quality of existence, existing in the form of the first human's thought. Next is about how it will exist. What kind of human will it be? It will be a boy. Born, the boy will first perceive the world around him through developing senses. But there's nothing here, so we need a world for him to experience, a world of creatures like him, a world of humans filled with boys and girls. And all of them will connect with each other to form what we call society, the cradle for the interaction of humans. But they must not only exist but also continue to exist, needing a reason to sustain that life. So, what they need to sustain will be the exchange of matter with the outside world because if they were to self-sustain, it would mean independence from my mind. This will require a power equivalent to mine - the impossible. Therefore, we must now establish a system for their existence based on this world. It is absorption through the intermediary of nature.
Lo, I have obtained the power of a deity, a power that transcends the mere limits of mortal existence, a power to shape the very fabric of reality. I exist outside the confines of time and space, untouched by the laws that govern this world. Past, present, and future are mere pages in my boundless anthology, subject to my whims and fancies. For I, the creator, hold the pen that inscribes the tale of this world, yet not the world in which you dwell, but rather the textual realm that sprawls before your eyes. Behold, this is my world-building, a task of profound magnitude. Pray, indulge me as I ponder upon the first query that arises – what manner of world shall I fashion? A perfect world, perchance? But nay, for the creation of perfection befits others, not myself. For if perfection be banished upon this realm, it shall in an instant crumble like the frail touch of a butterfly's wing. Furthermore, this realm is not a mere reflection of the ethereal, for such marvels lie beyond my paltry imaginings, thus rendering them nonexistent. So heed my musings, dear reader, for what I strive to construct is a mosaic comprised of fragments of the world, woven together within the consciousness of one named Nguyen Minh Quan. A single entity that shall epitomize humanity, endowed with the pinnacle of intellect, the hub of the universe, the supreme being in this realm of men. From this perspective, both triumph and tribulation shall be encountered, traversing the vast expanse of this cosmos. Thus, let us commence this epic endeavor. First, a human form shall be molded, fashioned in my image, according to my perception of the human essence. A child, a boy, shall be the harbinger of this world's birth, his senses gradually awakening to the splendors that surround him. Ah, but there is naught within these cosmic confines, thus we must create a world for him to explore, a world teeming with creatures akin to him, a world wherein boys and girls reside. 'Tis a society, the cradle of human interaction, where myriad souls intertwine and forge connections. Yet existence alone is not sufficient; 'tis sustenance that we seek to sustain this feeble mortal coil. A reason to subsist, a purpose to persist, a symbiotic bond twixt man and his surroundings. Ah, but the mere act of self-sustenance would denote a detachment from my divine mind, an unthinkable notion. Hence, a system must be established, rooted in this very world. A system reliant upon the exchange of matter with nature, a cosmic dance betwixt mortal and landscape, wherein nature provides sustenance and man, in turn, grants a fleeting existence. Lo, behold my creation, the world built upon these principles, with each cog meticulously positioned within this seamless mechanism. In the depths of my contemplation, I have forged a universe, a testament to the ponderings of Nguyen Minh Quan, an embodiment of the human experience. I, the deity of this textual realm, hold the power to vanquish reality, to shape the cosmic canvas at my leisure. Let this world thrive under my ever-watchful eye, for it pulsates with the essence of life, imbued with the very soul of creation.
