God killed itself to create the universe, the planets and stars are gibbets of God's brain, flickering out their last signals in the subjectively drawn out moment of annihilation. God, as 'universal perfection', was entirely incapable of movement or change or interaction, or of having any trait at the expense of another. a horrible and lonely eternity, the sheer fact of existence disarticulated from any particular quality. Imagine having a limitless number of stories to tell, and no one to tell them to. God's death was necessary, inevitable, and a mercy.