As far as I know my creations think I’m God.
I won’t insult your wit with the banal
yet troubling inference that our god is likewise
the trifling pawn of some higher divinity –
and so forth, in an infinite regress.
Let it suffice that the Baron cannot permit,
through the bad fulgurations of divinity,
unrewarded good or unchecked evil.
Nor can he allow his minions too much knowledge:
If one understood any more of the whole than
it already does it would ambulate
dictatorially about the book, assume
deity, maybe fly off the page to contend
with the author in his cherished demesne.
The folds should forever remain sealed, unopened.
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