Somewhere, maybe above us, maybe below us, perhaps even parallel to us in the vast and varied planes of existence, there was a void. A place of darkness without color, without sound, without movement; indeed, it was Nothing at its finest.

    This void hadn't always been so, well...void. A presence used to dwell there. And his name was George.

    Technically, George wasn't really a ‘he' or a ‘she'. George was an omnipotent spirit: a little bit of ‘he', a little bit of ‘she', and a smidgen of ‘it'. However, George had always thought of himself as having a more manly orientation. So, for all intents and purposes, George dubbed himself -- He!

    Now George was a guy with plenty of time on his hands. He existed in a void after all, and being an entity he had no need for sustenance or shelter. He was bored. Very bored.

    During a spell of such boredom, whilst drifting about the endless darkness, George wished for something -- Anything! -- interesting to happen. With all his might, he wished. Then, lo and behold, something did happen!

    As if a hole had been poked in the darkness, a tiny pinpoint of light appeared. Just ‘Plink'! It was there.

    George wafted to the light, mesmerized by its presence. He stared at it, tried to touch it, tried to scare it. The light gave no reaction to him, but still George was enchanted.

    George decided to adopt the anomaly. He floated circles with it, cuddled up next to it, and dubbed it George - after himself, of course.

    After a time, though, he grew bored with his George Jr. Even he had to admit that his George Jr. was very uninspiring just hanging there, never twinkling, never moving.

    And so, George, the entity, turned his thoughts to another matter. How had his George Jr. come to be in the first place? Why would the void suddenly decide...not to be void? Then George remembered. Hadn't he been wishing for something to happen when his George Jr. had appeared? Yes! That must have been it! George must have caused his George Jr. to exist.

    But his George Jr. wasn't interesting anymore.

    George wanted something new! George wanted something he could play with. Something that wouldn't lose his interest.

    Floating to a halt, George hunkered down and gave it some long, hard thought. He conjured an image into his imagination; something very much like George only not as good. Something that would always do what George wanted and never complain.

    And that's when the image came to mind. An image of something colored dimmer than his George Jr., except with a lump for a body. It would have many eyes, so it wouldn't get lost in the void, and many, many appendages -- if George wanted to make more stuff, he'd need somebody to hold it all.

    George concentrated hard on his Something, then-

    Something was there! His Something with all its tentacles and many eyes. George was ecstatic. What a wondrous new power! What should he call this strange occurrence?

    Well...it was like a wish, but stronger in a way. Like a way of knowing. A Belief! That's what George would call it! His power was Belief! Although, he could never tell his Something about this power, or it might start making stuff George didn't like.

    And so, George passed a long, long time with only him and his Something. Eventually he decided to call his Something a Weepo, because its tentacles made squeaky noises when they rubbed together. George and his Weepo had an eon of fun together, playing and running and gossiping.

    There came a time when the Weepo grew sad. When George asked what was wrong, the Weepo told him that, although Weepo had George for a friend, Weepo was lonely. It had no Something like itself.

    This sparked a most wondrous idea in George's mind.

    George proclaimed that he would make his Weepo a world! A big world full of Weepos and pretty places and toys to play with!

    This sent his Weepo squeaking with joy. And so, George made it be. With his power, he brought forth a planet of purple oceans, green lands, and fantastic blue-red plants that bore delicious orange fruits. Of course to eat fruit his Weepo needed a mouth. George made this be, too, and filled the land with Weepos.

    His Weepo jumped about with George, overjoyed.

    And they played for many long ages in great happiness and merriment.

    Even so, George grew bored once more. He left his Weepo to its Weepo friends and watched their goings-on from afar.

    To bide the time, George tried creating different worlds and different creatures to populate them. He played with his new creatures sometimes. He watched how they evolved. He appeared to some with gifts. And sometimes he set disasters on their world like ground-shakes or giant waves just to see if they could survive.

    In the end, George grew bored and discarded them all. He became unhappy and took sanctuary floating high above his Weepos' world where he could watch them. George loved his Weepos and always took delight in their simple natures. He never dared harm them or play too rough.

    While in a bored, unhappy mood and drifting above his world, George thought of something. Were these things he created really there? With a sinking heart, he looked down at his merry Weepos.

    What if he was just imagining it? What if all this was just a great illusion in his mind?

    And then, to his horror, the Weepos and their entire world vanished. Right before him, just poof! They were gone and replaced by darkness. George cast about, frantic. He tried to focus, tried to bring the Weepos back with all his might. But they wouldn't come back.

    Where did his power go? Had he lost it?

    George soared towards his other worlds, wondering -- fearing -- that they too met the same fate as his Weepos...

    Where were his worlds? Where had they gone?! This couldn't be true...Was George in a void again? No! George didn't want it to be true! He didn't want to be alone!

    Whirling about, George fled to the pinprick of light. His George Jr.! His wonderful, little, ever-shining George Jr. was still there!

    He gathered the light in his hands.

    “Are you still real? You won't disappear, will you?” With a mounting horror, George watched as the light waned, then went out.

    Poor George was alone. The void was again a void.

    Then the scariest thought yet came to him.

    What if he, George, didn't exist either?

    And George was gone.