My Spaceships

When I was little, I developed an avid fascination with space and almost every science fiction, outer space theme and concept out there. Star Wars, Star Trek, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica. Everything you can think of. My imagination got lit on fire pretty early, between my brother's video games and all the movies.

        As a child, I liked to play by myself a lot. I had so much creative control in my own mind, and I'd incorporate so much of the media and entertainment I was exposed to and create very complex and dynamic fantasies in my head. Probably more so than most people realized at the time, and as I got older they got more complex. 

I remember most of it. The traveling around my hometown with trees being galaxies and my bike being a massive spaceship. I fought war after war and had adventure after adventure with the characters I created and the stories I developed.

In my spaceship, there were complex arrangements of advanced societies and highly advanced technology. Of course, if your spaceship is the size of half a galaxy, the amount of ways of arranging the structures, themes, forms, and patterns of the internal workings of the ship could be endless. On top of that, you could have quintillions upon quintillions of conscious beings operate on that ship. 

You could have entire world's worth of culture and architecture and tradition and games and festivities just on a 0.00001% of the whole ship, and the whole ship had inhabitants on almost every part of it.

The level of complexity was wonderful to me, and I spent hours upon hours of my childhood playing in my own fantasy universe. My own fantasy existence. Many of the themes and constructs I write about I had often encountered in that fantasy world. The concept of an "infinite existence" I developed at actually quite a surprisingly early age through my readings of science fiction, religion, and my fantasies.

      To me, complexity made me feel less lonely and less bored. Having a complex universe with galaxies completely and utterly inhabited and teaming with life as well as massive highly advanced galaxy-sized spaceships with countless souls and I could interact with it how I pleased was wonderful for me.

     That complexity acts like a cushion. Like a fullness that filled the void completely. To me, the void became less scary when it was filled and lit up with a massively complex, infinite existence. 

    The nothingness, the void, it ceases to exist in a system like this.

     I remember my adventures in my own universe. There was a glory and a joy and a freedom in traveling across a complex existence teaming with life and technology and wonder and endless worlds and endless galaxies and endless realities that pales in comparison to anything in my adult life.

What I do know in my heart and believe to be true is that much of these childhood adventures were a glimpse of the eternity and infinity Jesus is going to grace me with after this life is done.

For me, that infinitely complex and eternal creation is going to be part of my inheritance as a child of God. That's how big I believe God is: An infinite and eternal Creator who created an infinite and eternal creation.

I'll have any, and as many, spaceships I could want or ever need.