"Well, how are you enjoying heaven?" God asks casually. Not bothering to turn around, to acknowledge me, or anything of the sort.

"Heaven isn't the problem. The problem is why you haven't done anything. Even now you don't look at me, or heaven, or anything!" I respond.

"I am looking at something. Something important. Come here." God states and waits for me to approach. When I do, God motions out to the abyss beyond. With a wave creation occurs. Reaching out into the abyss new creation occurs. Life, rock, stars, space. Everything.

Only to be taken. To be consumed. The creation that God made is gone. More and more God creates, and more and more is vanishes into the void.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"It's a creation of mine. I had made it to want more. So it would seem out new solutions, create, and build. Instead, all it does is consume, take, and destroy. You may have heard of it."

"How would I have heard of it?" I ask.

"My early creations are recorded aren't they? And passed down." God stated. "I described it's creation in great detail."

"I don't follow." I respond.

"Adam"