This is my world. No, I don't mean that in a metaphorical way, I mean that the universe I look at before me is my own. I am several things. A Ghost, a God, an Angel, a Devil, a quarks and leptons. I am whatever the people I have made call me. And this universe is mine.

It started with nothing. Then I was born. I made worlds full of life. I created and destroyed. I created wind, I created land, and I created water. I let life be. It was then I created them. They were unlike the other life I made. They created too. The first thing they made was tools. I thought little of it. Then they created fire, and I saw that I made them in my image. I realized then the question that would bother me as long as my universe would live.

Who made me?