Man, being a god has got to be THE WORST.

Just think about it.

If we assume there is a god, and this god is omnipresent, they are witnessing everything. In every place. In every time. Every chemical reaction, every birth, life, and death of every living thing to ever exist. Every solar flare from every far out star, every combining of atoms, every DNA replication cycle. Everything. Everywhere. Every time.

It has to get boring at some point.

Well, if a universe begins to bore the god, why don't they just craft another?

Nothing would change. If we assume the god knows the past, present, and future, the god will know everything that they will ever make. Every possibility to ever exist will be known. Everything. Ever. There would be no escape. An endless cycle of watching universes begin, thrive, and perish. The god will know every universe they will ever create before they ever create it.

In an ironic twist of fate, being a god has to be hell.

Being agnostic myself, I don't discredit the idea of there being a god. Nor do I live by it. But, if there is a god, I would describe their existence to be something along these lines:

An infinite white space. Beyond physics, beyond time, beyond space, beyond reason. An infinite white. Nothing in all directions. But this nothing can experience, and, just by willing, create. The god would have no physical form. They are the infinite nothing that surrounds our universe, or any other universes. To the god, a universe would appear as a tiny glowing sphere. Ever-expanding, but never increasing in size. Getting dimmer as time goes on. Universes are birthed, they live, and they die in a matter of minutes to this god. Granted, the god has no sense of time, as they are outside of it, but for the sake of argument and explanation, I used the minute increment to ground my stance a little more in reality.

What? Always expanding but never increasing in size? What sense does that make?

For that, I would like to direct your attention to this.

This, my friends, is an asymptote. See how the blue line approaches x=0, but never actually reaches it? There is an infinite amount of space, and thus x will never reach 0.

Let me put it a different way.

This is a shoddily drawn number line I made in microsoft paint in approximately 24 seconds. That's besides the point, though. Tell me, to get to the number 1 from 0 incrementally, where would you start? 0, of course. But where after 0? 0.5? Not really. If you wanted to TRULY count from 0 to 1 incrementally without jumping halves, like 0, 0.5, 1, where would you start after 0?

0.1? 0.00001? 0.00000000001? There is no true starting point after 0. But more importantly, there is no end point. Going back to the asymptote, the blue line will always approach x=0, but never truly get there. Much like how you can squeeze an infinite amount of rational numbers in between 0 and 1. You can count as long as you want, but you will never get there. Perhaps this is how a hypothetical god sees our universe as expanding but never growing in size? I'm not an expert, so take this all with a grain of salt. Just food for thought.

But, I digress. My point in all of this was; that, in theory, being a god would be worse than any hell. Sometimes I wonder if such an omnipotent mind really does exist. Seeing all, but feeling nothing. Infinite benevolence, but no love. Taking in all information from everywhere, in every time. Knowing the past, present, and future. All 3 infinite in all directions. Just like the god themselves.

But now a great thing in the street

Seems any human nod,

Where shift in strange democracy

The million masks of God.

~G.K. Chesterton