God is tired of gluttony, tired of greed, tired of the slovenly. He is tired of hypocrisy and Santa Claus prayers, tired of the selfish, tired of the selfless seeking praise. Tired of eons of dedication, of centuries of miracles, of decades of abandonment. Tired of creating worlds, tired of enacting wrath, tired of the doubtful, tired of the diligent. Tired of making all decisions, tired of working, tired of watching, tired of answering, tired of ignoring. Tired of being the Alpha and the Omega, tired of being idolized, tired of worship, tired of requests, tired of thanks, tired of you, tired of me, tired of being the only One. So he decided to stop. Maybe not forever, but for now, to just stop. Again, that should be where it all ends. Where the cosmos collapses and all living things shrivel and perish in the neglect of a tired God. But it isn't. He might be tired, but he isn't positive he is finished. Merely a working father that wants to turn off the laptop, turn off the phone and take a vacation. But how does God do this? He hadn't ever thought of it, not until that movie where the comedian gets all the powers of God and God gets to rest. So he decides he will too...