God created fire, and it was good
and it was beautiful.
But one day God got tired of all the prettiness
and decided to storm out of his house
bottle in hand
and go on to burn it all to the ground.
All the angels and cherubs cheered with him
as he went on to torch all the barracks.
The humans sleeping in there were wakened by the rumble
Some managing to get out, bewildered and fearful just to witness the scene.
Divine flames were melting the pearly gate
and smoke covered the sky in cataclysmic rage.
When God finally came up to the footsteps of his own palace
he yelled onto the skies
"Well seeing as that there is no one out there to be judging me I guess I am going to be speaking to myself.
As a many months growing season now has come to it's end, now finally has come the time to reap.
As I have waited long enough for this moment to come you may ask me 'why the waiting at all?'.
But I will in turn ask you what a great feast would be at all without it's obligatory lent?"
The pure marble walls were soon stained with ash
and soon came the towers crashing down.
And it was all good, God thought.
Nowdays this has become a tradition among God and his companions.
The cycle always begins with the creation of something magnificent in order to,
when the time comes - tear it all to the ground.
This is a principle being incorporated into every aspect of reality,
and thus everything remains new
and never becomes old.