A child sits alone in the dark; her very favorite thing. Hiding away in a small closet, she chortles and squeals as she creates a universe of make-believe, with make-believe rules and make-believe creatures and make-believe dramas. But she is unattached to any of it, and allows it to leave as quickly as it comes.
Here, in the dark, she herself does not exist. She is only consciousness.
She is God.
