Back When this World was Young

Then there were all the times when I lost my grip on this world. Those times when I let go of it and it slipped out of my grasp. It was not easy getting the world back, reforming the shape of it, making it good once more.

Back then, thousands died when I let the world slip out of my control. In those days, I was a god, but the people still blamed themselves and their own perceived failings for my carelessness.

My whims or my forgetfulness would create storms, tempests, earthquakes and other t...