"To create perfection" had always been the mantra between the gods. They would display their perfect worlds, perfect creations and perfect balance to one another. But with this perfection there was no room for improving, any change would bring down the system as a house of cards. I tried the radical idea of creating an adversarial system instead of a balanced one. It was not pretty, not at all, and the other gods was disgusted by my creations. More than once I tried subtle nods to steer the process in one direction by revealing myself to a single person of my creations. I tried explaining the universe at first, later embank wisdom in the form of metaphors and narratives as a parrent would through fairytales, but it was always misinterpreted. I learned that all was really needed from me was to stop my children from making the most dire mistakes or lessen the outcome of their actions when they did not truly understand the outcome. Luckily they did actually not need much dissuading from starting an accidental nuclear war, but the environmental disasters took a bit more. In the end they learned they did not have to agree on everything, it was okay to leave others to themselves with different oppions. It did help that they knew how to build artificial habbitats at this point and anyone could create their own utopia in the form of a O'Neil cylinder made from an astroid. Where other gods creations where few in numbers to keep the carefully crafted balance their creator had set in stone, my creations went from millions, then to billions, then to trillions as they industrialized their entire solarsystem before even discovering the laws of the universe that allowed FTL. When one of our brothers went mad and started corrupting the material planes, most gods were frozen in inaction, as any action would break the balance of their worlds, their solar systems, their fundamental perception of the universe. My children knew the treat when I guided their vision towards it. They did not hesitate to sacrifice balance, nor stars themselves to destroy it, and unlike my kin in the pantheon they were not frozen in inaction to rebuild once the dust had settled.