In the beginning there was nothing but God, and God slept and
dreamed. For ages and ages did this dream last. But it was fated
that he should wake up. Having roused himself from sleep, he looked
round about him, and every glance transformed itself into a star.
God was amazed, and began to travel, to see what he had created with
his eyes. He travelled and travelled, but nowhere was there either
end or limit. As he travelled, he arrived at our earth also; but he
was already weary; sweat clung to his brow. On the earth fell a drop
of sweat: the drop became alive, and here you have the first man. He
is God's kin, but he was not created for pleasure: he was produced
from sweat; already in the beginning it was fated for him to toil
and sweat.