The second theory is more complex...
The Mardibra was born in the dust of the first star as time began.
He watched as God's were born in the ensuing explosions. He rolled with the waves of time as it spread its tentacles into the empty spaces that waited for it.
He watched the sun being born... And never has a birth been more painful.
As the creation of the founding dust of the universe, the Mardibra was royalty throughout space and time. Sometime however royalty misbehaves and he had no intention of living a quiet life as his siblings did.
Always drawn to his own reflection in the stars, he was equally drawn to power.
And so began the period of time where the person in charge of the ultimate clock was the Mardibra himself. Ruler of the universe and supreme deity, he had it all...
There a thousand stories to be told of his reign. Tales a daring, of deceipt, of wives thrown in black holes, of supernova's twisting time to bring dinner to him five minutes earlier, tales of war, tales of a lot of love, tales of failure...
That failure brought his downfall.
Now the Mardibra lives, exiled, on Earth, plotting his comeback, listening to the Queen back catalogue wondering if a man with a Brian May haircut has a better, or worse, chance of regaining control of the universe.
Slowly he has rebuilt himself and most crucially his self belief. His small, loyal band of followers, most of them as old as time, who have been with him forever (literally) have decided to bring to the worlds attention their leaders works from his time on earth in a bid to publicise his greatness and begin his comeback, that is this website...