The Creator

The other night I noticed something. The moon. Set amidst the dark, night sky, it shone with a brilliant light. The surrounding stars accompanied the moon with radiant light of their own. I then recalled a scene from earlier that day--the red, orange, and yellow leaves of autumn. I thought, "Wow, how can people not see a Creator behind this?"

My mind continued to wander as I thought about the Apollo missions. Man had gone to the moon. Then I thought about my friends and football and apple cider during the fall. Again I thought, "How can man reject a Creator?"

Look around, his handiwork is obvious. All creation testifies to Elohim.

If I cannot exist without a Creator then how can Miendur exist without its own creator?

Runos (lit. "the judge") is the god-figure of Miendur. A world requires a creator, virtue requires Truth. The standards of justice, freedom, courage, love, loyalty, and wisdom must be set forth by a higher being or else my world revolves around nothing more than the sword-wielding descendants of rocks, slugs, and pygmy shrews.

So if there is a clear god-creator-figure, is there a clear-cut religion? The answer is no.

Runos, unlike Yahweh, does not require worship. Although he is constantly and directly involved int e lives of the people of Miendur, he seeks no relationship of love with them. Therefore, where Yahweh requires worship, Runos requires honor. Where Yahweh requires love, Runos requires justice.

Clearly, it is a flat world devoid of sin as we know it. There are clearly defined lines of good and evil. While any character can fall, they can be redeemed by their own works in the end. Obviously, the spiritual nature of individual people in Miendur cannot be applied to ours. Miendur seeks to simplify the inner struggle in order to focus on the outer struggle. Miendur writ large symbolizes my inner self. The war inside me has a clear-cut victor but hat does not mean the war ceases. Even though Runos clearly embodies good and guarantees its victory over evil, the war in Miendur continues. "Why is this?," you might ask. I haven't the faintest idea.