[ WP ] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die

In a dense cloud of matter in a space that lies in no universe, we visit our God who has awoken from his most recent 100 billion year nap. The God's face is expressionless and vapid. It's fathomless being drooping and oozing through the cloud in a manner similar to thickened molasses. 
 
 `` What can one do for eternity?'' the god asked out loud. Each utterance of which took one billion years, resonating throughout the void in both beautiful and terrifying harmonics. 
 
 `` I have lived out the lives of every single creature in my universe 1000 times each. I have counted every atom, nucleus, electron and quark in all one trillion of my universes I have created. And then, realizing I had become dulled with boredom once more, decided that I would do it all over again by the count raised to its own power. I have written every possible random sequence of characters from all of the languages that have ever been created in books of 200 trillion characters and less. In doing so I have learned everything that should be learned and everything that should n't ( see Jorge's Library of Babel! ). Yet, I still have an eternity left to exist. My most recent universe has been dead for trillions of years. The only thing that has changed over eternity has been me. But now after I wake from my 4th, 100 billion year hibernation, I am suffocated by my urge to end it all. I want it to end! I want me to end! Why am I plagued with this curse. It seems the only problem that is not in my hands to solve is my own demise. I am almost certain that I have seen the answer in one of my books that I have written, but of course the problem with having written all possible things, is that everything that makes sense or is a possible answer to my quandary has an equally compelling, contradicting argument in a different book. And for every book that may serve as a guide to which books are soothsayers and which are lies or worse, I guarantee that there is another that claims the complete opposite. Or perhaps 200 trillion characters was not enough.... Perhaps I should start over with 201 trillion characters? No that is hopeless. Let me instead simply think. 
 
 Am I truly a god? I am not omnipotent or else I could satisfy any of my desires. I believe I simply am everything that is and thus can not be nothing.... What is my purpose? Why am I here? Perhaps I am simply another God's play thing?'' 
 And as this God simply existed and pondered, something most peculiar happened. Something that indeed had not taken place for eternity. Perhaps the vibrations of all of the electrons in the nebula happened to align them all just in the right way as to create a spark for a new idea. The newest of new ideas. A brilliant solution to the problem that our depressed entity has. 
 
 `` How has it taken me this long to figure it out?'' The god spoke so quietly to himself that it is possible the words were not even spoken at all. 
 And with a sudden burst of energy a bellow that literally wrecked the entire foundations of the void came forth from our God-Slave: 
 
 `` I AM NOT ALONE! I AM NOT A GOD! KILL ME MY CREATOR!'' 
 
 And so I did.
