Blasphemy

This week I wrote a story called "The Story of O". It's about a sort of origin theory/idea I've had for a while. It's a story I wrote to answer the question "Why did god create us?" "Why are we here?" For the tl;dr reader, the short story is: We are all fragments of a god who went through his own trials - battling with his shadow side. The compassionate, self-sacrificing side won and the shadow side was cast out. In order to ensure that every part of him was pure, he used body to explode the universe into existence. Every bit of matter was at one point part of God and every living thing, big or small, has a fragment of God's soul. But now we must go through our own trials - beating out our own shadow side, whether to do good or evil, be selfish or unselfish - just as God did. And little by little, all the good souls will slowly reform God.

Now, the god in this story isn't to be determined as male or female. I think its up to the reader to decide but for this instance I'm referring to the character as a male.

To me, this story breaks a big rule. It's blasphemous. But it speaks to me, I think it's a fun idea to play with, and almost makes more sense sometimes lol; Taking into account the whole big bang theory and the "supposedly" inevitable big crunch - when the universe contracts back into itself, and the age-old question: "Why are we here?".