The Immortal and the Creatures

In a world not unlike our own, there was a race of creatures not unlike ourselves. They were simple, with simple minds, simple interests and simple goals. They had simple beliefs about the world and simple lifestyles. Like us, they were bound to the decay of entropy and time, and faced death. One day, a being of a significant and profound degree of greater complexity and advancement came upon these creatures. This being could not die, and was not a creature like them. He told them to the absolute the true nature of existence. These creatures were like very young children to him in their intellectual and comprehension sophistication. To them, the immortal was alien and transcended anything they had encountered before. The immortal told them the nature of eternity and how to live, how to act, and what to do. He told them of love. He told them of good and evil. He told them of faith and of purpose, but the creatures did not understand. They heard, but could not comprehend to certainty what the immortal meant. They were in awe and wonder, but didn't understand. Like a shape trying to comprehend the amount of configurations you can make with points in space, the creatures could not process the immortal's revelations. The complexity eluded them, but they were in a state of curiosity and innocent astonishment. The immortal left their world, and these childlike creatures proceeded with an attempt to mimic the immortal's advice. They did so in a multitude of ways, some forming groups and societies, some attempting to establish means of understanding the teachings of the immortal. There were many methods and practices of their attempts to understand, all fell short of comprehension. Some groups assumed themselves of having the true comprehension. They viewed their method and formula to be the rightest and absolute way of comprehension, and viewed all others as wrong and misguided. They used this tactic of manipulation to consolidate power and control over both followers and dissenters. They would twist the teachings of the immortal to maintain  their deception for control. There were many groups like this, and they fought with each other, degraded each other, attacked each other, and killed each other over the endeavor to be the group with the perfect understanding and comprehension of the teachings of the immortal. All of them were misguided. All of them were wrong and mistaken in their understanding, and in their self-deception they decimated themselves. They preyed on the weak. They condemned each other unjustly. Their attempts at understanding the immortal's lesson were quite childish and silly, but these childish and silly explanations led to the deaths of countless creatures. Their vanity became apparent at far too great a price. The immortal returned to find the world a wasteland and a fractured and dying place. He felt great grief. He had thought that his revelation would help better these creatures. He thought they, at some point, could understand. He realized the utter truth of these circumstances: mortality cannot comprehend immortality. The finite cannot comprehend infinity. The imperfect cannot comprehend perfection. He realized that the discrepancy of complexity between himself and the creatures was not able to be bridged, and his mistake led to the destruction of their world.  But in a revelation of his own, he realized that the creatures were but vessels, and vessels can be changed. He realized that the status of consciousness can change through time. That consciousness could change hosts, and that the creatures that had died had simply transcended their bodies, a fate he could never have. He was quite envious to be honest. He never changed, while these souls were ever-changing. He was static, they were variable. In his attempts to teach the creatures, he learned a valuable lesson himself. He learned the value of change, the value of growth, the value of fluidity. He was immortal, and he would never experience this. The design of the creator became evident. He was not the creator, and his immortality was both a blessing and a curse. He could have understanding of the infinite, but he will never change, a burden he came to resent.