Since time immemorial, before even the gods themselves were given form and the one True God (Nasu) created all that could be, it existed. The first idea in his mind. The first and last and everything in between. However, with no use for it alone, he did the only thing he could do.
He created and passed it along to all it came after. The First Meme.
From then on, everything afterward would continue its spread, showing off its various aspects but forever incapable of showing the true glory it possessed. It spread, and thinned, and, more than that, was lost. It continued anyway, for its aspects had taken on lives of their own. Had created their own memes.
And so, The First was forgotten in light of its parts, existing only so that it could continue forever onward, and, so long as existence remained, it would do so. Even should it fade, all it would do is return to its own originator before beginning the cycle anew.
An endless meme. A constant existence. A Watcher of itself.
A Watcher of Memes.
This world and all its people are diseased.
Free will is a myth. Religion is a joke.
We are all pawns, controlled by something greater: Memes. The DNA of the soul. They shape our will. They are the culture — they are everything we pass on. Expose someone to anger long enough, they will learn to hate. They become a carrier. Envy, greed, despair… All memes. All passed along.