This is a work of fiction.
This work was intended as an analogy. Specifically, it is an analogy for my own feelings about our current world and about wishing for change.
I usually don't like to say too much about what I've written, so that readers can come up with their own interpretations. However, this time, I felt that the analogous nature of the story should be clarified.
That being said, I still haven't explained exactly what my feelings are (so as to allow for readers to come up with their own opinions and interpretations). So, please don't ascribe your interpretations to my feelings and intentions.
I had finally done it.
Finally, I was face-to-face with God, or our creator, or whatever you would like to call them. For my convenience, let's just stick with God.
There we were, floating amongst the stars, with the Earth far enough away that it looked like a tiny marble that could fit into my hand.
"So," God said to me, "what did you want to speak to me a