A tendril of hay curled against his tiny pink cheek, fluttering gently each time he exhaled. Was it possible that this adorable little sigh of sleeping contentment, audible only to his mother’s attentive ears, had before the dawn of time thundered into a crescendo of creative power like the roar of a trillion Niagaras? The breath of his life, now lightly frothing the lingering residue of his mother’s milk between rose bud lips, had once commanded the universe into existence!
Things that had never been before had burst into reality even as they coalesced in his imagination. When he voiced his will, light had exploded from the darkness in dazzling fireworks of vivid color. In the stark void of emptiness, nebulae and supernovae and galaxies had blossomed. On a new rock called Earth, oceans had condensed, mountains had speared upward from the plains and a riot of life had erupted. Platypus and orchids, amoebas and blue whales, black-capped chickadees and aloe vera, pineapple coral and blue-green algae, crawfish and fruit bats, spotted newts and humans: all sprang into being like a scene filling the canvas under the swift brush-strokes of a brilliant master artist.
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