The Big Bang Theory

A response to my Biology homework when we're studying The Big Bang Theory: prose poetry.

God’s seated on a cloud in a celestial garden scribbling away on a chalk board then copying the perfect equations into His Book of Life, scattering bits of iridescent, multi-colored chalk on the floor, blowing eraser dust from his book, and banging out the erasers sending out an atmosphere of dust. Then, the bits of chalk and dust began to skitter about, as they have been God breathed, and swirl about God and interact with each other, sending off tiny shocks and sparks and giggly, tickly sounds. The dust bits tickle God's ears and nose, causing a colossal sneeze! This excites the dust particles into sending out squeals if delight! And God laughs from enjoyment. He begins to dance and hum as He scratches away within His Book. And with one divinely astounding punctuation mark, He deems "it is good" and slams the book closed. The energy from this big bang of the Book scatters the lively particles, creating a great force of light, and they are then formed and shaped by a loving, paternal God according to His good instruction manual that they were born of. When He was finished, He kissed His creation with the dust of stars and signs it "with everlasting and unconditional love."