The world is greater than anything I can understand, I''m but a humble spirit, my consciousness settling, this body, simply where it happens to be, but it’s some sort of greatness, to build a road, a building, to understand the mathematics, behind architecture, what composes a soul, the weight of it, the idea behind the cold, hard ground, mountains, and rivers that can break them, the spirit contained within, its functionality, and its simple existence, the way of life, for a tree, shampoo bottles breathing, and water lilies, so much copied and pasted, in essence, the possibility, the solar eclipse, the probability, and its reality, this world, so much we don’t understand, but to deny god behind it, a sort of foolishness, reserved for demons, and the innocent, how truth echoes, the recognition of intent, and the karma that binds us, god and his family, the world, a canvas on an easel, people, a life as a statement, this den of snakes, the push and pull of the waves, ripple and shake, to be in this place, it may be arranged...If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.