If God created a universe in an instant, she enjoyed it so much she did it again and again and again. Who would be there to stop her? Child-like, she learned to do something new and practiced it over and over. Maybe she put a little spin on it the next time, and the next.
There might be beings who can change material and immaterial at a thought. As humans, we don’t understand, but they do. They can change anything to suit themselves. For them, there may not be one reality. They may not know what reality means. They have the ability to change and that is their constant. They know no other. Change is our constant, too, but we resist it mightily. Unlike them, we would make it stop completely, because we say we like things just the way they are. But the way they are is constantly changing.
We don’t know what true reality is. What we know is a consensus idea. Humanity—educated and not—have the idea that here is real. Earth is real. If a person grows up on a vast plain, does s/he believe there is a mountain, or an ocean even more vast than the plain? What is true? The person on the plain knows the sky, the sun orb skating across from one side to the other. S/he knows clouds and rain. S/he knows the night sky with blackness and glowing points of light that seem to twinkle. S/he doesn’t know why. It just is. And for her/him, it always has been and probably, if s/he's thought about future time, always will be.
Humanity has an insatiable need to know—curiosity. We see stars and want to see them close up. We invent optics so we can get a closer view. We invent rockets to take pictures far off into the sky. We ask why? How? When? Scientists don’t like to ask Who? Who is not part of the equation. They’ve figured it out, starting from a dot that exploded. They look far, far away and say it is long, long ago to the beginning of time. But where was the dot? How did it get there? Who or what made it? And why did it explode?
We humans invent things, outside ourselves; we fashion them so they make things happen. What if we don’t need made things--perhaps we're like the beings making and unmaking, never leaving any clutter. Just there, and not there. Speak to the molecules and atoms that are you and surround you. They are intelligent. They listen. They make. They bring. They also unmake, and take away. Because we believe that made things must stay made, we have clutter. We have waste. We take from the Earth Mother and don’t know, really, how to put back. It’s all material to us because, collectively, we believe it.
What if we didn’t?