{No, this doesn't belong here. It belongs in my Random Eikaiwa blog. But I don't want to argue with people who will think it's "Mormon theology".
It is not.
It's a very limited allegory, borrowing from themes and memes in the science fiction and speculative fiction genres, and from certain variations of the traditions in cultural Mormonism.
Doing a full doctrinal treatment of the concepts touched on would consume quite a few more words than we have in extant scripture, and would invite the kind of argument that occurs when people jump to conclusions before properly reading and understanding even the first page of such a work.
It does contain some concepts that need to be discussed.
But it is not doctrinal.}
Ms. G: Honey, I'm bored.
Mr. G: Bored? What's to be bored of? We have this wonderful playground -- planets, comets, stars, black holes, galaxies, mmphff ...
Ms. G: Shush. I know we have an entire universe to play in. We've been playing in it how long?
Mr. G: Uhm, let's see. According to the time on the world in the universe where we grew up, what? Roughly a hundred million years?
Ms. G: More like two hundred million years.
Mr. G: And? It all runs perfectly, according to our blueprints and plans -- nothing out of sequence, nothing out of place, everything just as we set it up, and it will continue to do so forever.
Ms. G: Don't you think something's missing?
Mr. G: Let me look at the list. Uh-huh, yep, yep, uh-huh, it's all here, even the hyper-gamma white-bodies that the old scientists where we grew up wanted to call dark matter because they radiate too far above the spectra of gross thermodynamic reactions to be visible to the eye of the physical body.
Ms. G: That last one is getting warm.
Mr G: Oh? Let me check the temperature. Yep. They are getting warm. Ouch. What was that for?
Ms. G: On the world where we grew up, when we had built a house, what was next?
Mr G: Move in?
Ms G: (Clears her throat.)
Mr. G: That?
Ms. G: Yes, that.
Mr. G: But, sweetheart, if we do that, it will make a mess. Disorder.
Chaos. Entropy and all that general thermodynamic stuff. And evil.
Ms. G: And Good. Can't have good without evil. You say so, yourself. What's the purpose of a house or a playground without children?
Mr. G: Children. Oh. Here it is, it's even in our plans.
Ms. G: Of course it is. You wrote it in.
Mr. G: With your hemphppffflp mmmm. Nice kiss. Help.
Ms. G: Uh, huh.
Mr. G: I remember our first baby in the world where we grew up. Quite a shock.
Ms. G: And you weren't even the one carrying her.
Mr. G: I did help raise her.
Ms. G: You did. You were wonderful.
Mr. G: You, too.
Ms. G: They should be coming for a visit sometime soon.
Mr. G: Sometime before the planets in this solar system begin to form.
Ms. G: One of those planets will be our first biologically habitable world.
Mr. G: I wonder if they'll stay.
Ms. G: We could use the help.
Mr. G: Are you sure you're ready for the changes?
Ms. G: The changes are already occurring. Do you think we should stop them?
Mr. G: That would not be good.
Ms. G: No, it wouldn't.
{Hmm. Somehow, that didn't go the direction it was supposed to. Maybe I'm writing too much romance. Let's try again.}
G1: I'm bored.
G2: Bored? What's to be bored of? We are the end product of millennia of biological evolution and we have for our toys the end products of millennia of technological evolution. We can do anything.
G3: Anything?
G2: What can't we do?
G4: I'd say we can do anything. We long ago learned to synthesize matter, including elements in the islands and continent of stability. We have intelligent robots that repair and improve themselves, we've defeated death for ourselves, what haven't we done?
G1: Made solar systems. Bootstrapped a civilized world in its habitable zone.
G2: We can't do that.
G3: Why not?
G4: They'd call us God or something. Yuck.
G3: I don't see that as a good reason.
G2: They wouldn't believe in us.
G1: So?
G4: They'd hate us, call us evil because life is hard and then you die.
G1: Hmm.
G3: Can't make an omelet without breaking eggs. I say we go for it.
G2: Why?
G3: What else have we got to do?
G1: Not much that I can think of. What've we got to lose? At worst, they could only eventually become our equals in intelligence.
G0: After all, how did you guys come into existence? Was it such a bad thing that I/We made your world?
G4: Good point.
G2: Mmm, okay, let's do it.
