Did what?
Create the universe.
Why?
He wanted to kill me, so he made the whole universe to hide my death in the universal conflagration as one might hide a grain of sand on a beach or a puff of breath in a hurricano!
Hide it from who?
He looked from side to side, licked his lips, leaned in close to me. The cold wind skittered an empty coffee cup.
-HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW?
“But you’re speaking to me now – how can he have murdered you with the creation of the universe?”
“THIS – THIS THING BEFORE YOU! THIS IS MY MURDER! MY ANIMATE GRAVESTONE!”
[Sorry, too metal to pass up!]
Rare earth