The creation of everything, literally EVERYTHING including the Universe, is usually credited to a Master Architect commonly referred to as God. While I cannot dispute that fact, I can acknowledge that this master architect was also his own General Contractor. An entity comfortably familiar with his materials. What works best here or there, what can be relied upon not to break or fail in an enterprise built entirely of Quarks, Mouns, Neutrinos and those all important Gluons and spread across the width, breadth and depth of what we generally refer to as the Universe. In that indefinite and boundless expanse, in some places even light bends, gravity warps and all materials are subject to incalculable stresses. Our Cosmic General Contractor hereafter referred to as the CGC is, would understandably want his best work displayed only in the most upscale of neighborhoods. Some area that epitomized that well known mantra of real estate everywhere real estate exists: Location! Location! Location!. And what better primordial gated community than the Milky Way? So the CGC placed Earth in a rare sweet spot capable of supporting living things. An orbiting, spinning sphere neither too close to the sun nor too far away for that precious commodity Life to exist and evolve. Earth was first class. Nothing but top of the line features, the very best materials and views galore for this one of a kind residence surrounded by light years of privacy. Not a single neighbor able to compete. Most were molten hot, frozen, airless, covered by methane clouds or rocky and utterly barren. Earth had all the best design features. Blue skies, craggy mountains, deep oceans and everywhere an abundance of living things. Following the Master Architects own plans, humans were created and made overlords of everything, or so in their conceit they believed. The CGC watched humans evolve and prosper with pride, everything was working according to his plan. The materials didn’t fail, spinning things spun and humans traveled to all parts of their planet, enjoying its abundance and beauty. Time past in its myriad of ways. Geological, biological, evolutionary while humans created war and fashioned numerous weapons with which to wage it. They slaughtered their own kind, killed young and old indiscriminately. They brought fire down from the skies upon themselves, killed everything possessing the gift of life and ravaged their lovely planet. They despoiled the carefully wrought design of the CGC and even ventured into the most fundamental areas of creation in order to kill others in new and more unique ways. When the Cosmic General Contractor realized what had become of this unique masterpiece, attention was turned elsewhere in the Universe. While humans pleaded and lamented for help and guidance, the CGC did what all human contractors do, disappeared, ignored prayers and simply stopped answering the phone.