A Scientifically Inspired Divine Explanation
"In the beginning, there was only Mafaiei. Of course, beginning isn’t quite the right word, because there was no time. But in the time before time, there was nothing but Mafaiei, the creator. No time passed for Mafaiei, because there was no time, and thus she did not age, and was not immortal, and did not experience time. She merely existed.
Then, one day—and of course, day isn’t the right word either, because there were no days, and there was no time, and nothing had passed—Mafaiei clapped her hands. She clapped her hands three times, in rapid succession, and each time she clapped her hands there was a shockwave, and of course there was nothing for the shockwave to travel through but herself, and then in a giant explosion that seemed to engulf her, the first Senti were born, and with them, time and the universe.
The first Senti were Nikolai, Tikolai, and Pikolai, and, along with Mafaiei, they manifested themselves in the physical realm as the four fundamental forces and when they are in the physical realm they have different names, but in the metaphysical world they are Nikolai, Tikolai, Pikolai, and Mafaiei.
And now, for a long, long time, these Senti built the physical universe. Tikolai and Pikolai made the atoms and made them bigger and bigger, and Nikolai held the atoms together, and Mafaiei the creator and destroyer tore the atoms apart and made the stars.
But then, one day (and one day still isn’t the right word as the Senti have no sun and thus days), Tikolai said, ‘I’m bored.’
Nikolai turned to him in shock. ‘Bored? How could you be bored? There’s so much we can do, and it’s all so interesting!’
But Mafaiei shook her head. ‘There is much to do for you, but remember that there are only so many varieties of atoms before they get too large.’
Tikolai nodded. ‘Besides, it used to be hard to figure out how to make more, but now we’ve gotten the hang on it. Mafaiei, won’t you make something else to do?’
Mafaiei thought about it. ‘I know. I’ll make us some more company. But it’ll take all four of us.’
‘What kind of company?’ Pikolai asked.
Mafaiei smiled. ‘I won’t tell you.’
It was the hardest thing Mafaiei had ever done, and Nikolai, Tikolai, and Pikolai all complained that they didn’t know what Mafaiei was doing throughout the process until she told them she would make a mistake if they didn’t be quiet. But finally, Mafaiei watched with satisfaction as the four new Senti moved.
‘What are you?’ Pikolai said after a moment.
‘I’m Adenine.’
‘Guanine.’
‘Cytosine.’
‘And Uracil!’
‘Uracil?’ Mafaiei gasped. ‘What?’
Uracil giggled. ‘I’m sure Thymine will appear sometime. She’s just taking a very, very long detour.’
‘How could this have happened?’
‘Well, you could say I’m just a little easier than she is.’
‘Oh, dear,’ Mafaiei said as she watched Uracil run away and the other three chase after him. ‘Oh, dear.’
But it wasn’t so bad. At first, when Thymine came back, the fighting between Uracil and Thymine was awful and Mafaiei considered undoing time, and she would have, if she hadn’t spent so much effort creating them. She was closest after, during one of their fights, Uracil threw Thymine into the physical world, but Pikolai was entertained and persuaded Mafaiei to relent. But finally, Thymine did Uracil a humiliation, and they drew up surrender terms that allowed Uracil to continue his role in creating the Senti that manifested themselves as proteins but only as Thymine’s servant.
But Uracil was not done with his mischief.
You see, just as the Senti had their physical manifestations, the physical world had its metaphysical manifestation, which was as a long thread woven from filaments of wood with no ends or breaks, and everyone was happy with this beautiful continuous, single-threaded universe, and for the most part, they just let it evolve and now and then watched it weave itself.
And so when Mafaiei checked on it, she expected to see nothing more changed than maybe a new pattern or something.
She screamed.
In place of the single thread was a sort of tree, splitting at the top into woven branches splitting into woven branches splitting into woven branches, and as it spun itself upwards, its branches continued to split.
‘URACIL!’
The whole crowd of Senti gathered to watch the tree. It must be noted that the tree was very little to them, as a sapling is, but it was a very large tree with a great thick trunk and huge spreading branches. Uracil came up, a penitent look fixed onto his face.
‘I only wanted to see what would happen!’
‘If you what?’
‘If I cut it.’
There was an eruption—even those created in part by Uracil were properly horrified.
‘But I only cut it a little, down the middle!’
Mafaiei staggered back. ‘The universe has fractured,’ she announced. ‘From now on, there will no longer be just one universe, but many, stemming from the same root, and the number will grow and grow and grow.’ And already they knew that in the physical world, an explosion of change had happened with that initial cut.
Amidst the shouting, a voice asked, ‘Can’t it be fixed, Mafaiei?’
Mafaiei shook her head heavily. ‘From now on,’ she said, ‘all change is irreversible, because for each change, another universe is created.’
Uracil had done it unknowingly, but he had gotten his revenge on Thymine and all the Senti for expelling him and making him Thymine’s servant. Because though there were many universes—an ever-increasing amount—the Senti had lost much power; their identities were fractured. Some Senti didn’t even have power in certain universes, because their manifestations didn’t exist there.
And so, though Mafaiei continued to create and destroy, and though Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine, and Thymine continued to guard the varied Senti of the earth (and sometimes create their own), and though Estrogen continued to bless the pregnant, the Senti could no longer direct their physical manifestations with the precision of before. And because of that, life has since mostly progressed without egregious Senti influence."
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The little boy looked up at the girl as she finished the legend. “Is that all? Tell another, please!”
The girl looked at her employer’s son, and said, “But I finished dusting ages ago. I really should get to making mid-day, and you know you aren’t supposed to go to the kitchen. I’m not here to tell you stories.”
The little boy pouted. “You just want to make sure you have enough time to sneak into the library.”
Jenine smiled guiltily. “And you need to go to the library yourself to keep up with your studies.”
“But you can just tell me stories! Why can’t you teach me, Jenine? I’m going to ask mami if you can teach me instead.”
“Shoo! You’re going to get me into trouble!”
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