Consider the impasse of a one God universe.
He is all-knowing and all-powerful.
He can't go anywhere since He is already everywhere.
He can't do anything since the act of doing presupposes 
opposition.
His universe is irrevocably thermodynamic having no 
friction by definition. So, He has to create friction: 
War, Fear, Sickness, Death,
To keep his dying show on the road.
Sooner or later, "Look boss we don't have enough energy 
left to fry an elderly woman in a flea bag hotel bar."
"Well, we'll have to start faking it."
Joe looks after him sourly and mixes a bicarbonated 
soda. "Sure, start faking it. Sure, and leave the 
details to Joe."
Now look, from a real disaster you get a pig of energy: 
Sacrifice, Heroism, Grief, Separation, Fear and Violent 
Death, and remember one violent death yields more 
energy than a cancer ward.
So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next 
one.
So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next 
one.
But the first one's a fake, you can't underwrite a 
shithouse!
Trying to explain to God Almighty where His one God 
universe is going.
The asshole doesn't know what buttons to push or what 
happens when you push them! Abandon ship, god damn it 
every man for himself!
Recollect Pope John XXIII saying, "Like a little 
soldier, I stand at attention in the presence of my 
captains." The old army game from here to eternity: Get 
there firstest with the brownest nose.