Sitting in the firmament, he scraped together the sandy material, shaped it with his hands, made spires and ramps, mounds and straight lines. When he was finished, he marveled at what he had done and breathed of himself on it and imagined in his mind the activity of the beings who lived there, and thought it was good.
His teacher, much older than he, examined his work, explored it from each side, including the under side and the in side. The teacher measured his work, and when the teacher was done, he said, “You have put forth a great effort, but you can do better.” And with that, the teacher wiped away the work of the little god, restoring the firmament to its original chaos. “Try again.”
And the little god set to his work.