Dear atheist:
Having all power
Equals
Having no power
Everything is nothing, and vice versa.
Our minds, like the Earth
A rotating ball
Hidden somewhere underneath
The overcoats to our souls;
Our bodies, the universe,
With immeasurable writhing particles
Like the ants beneath our soil
Forgotten wizards, behind microscopic curtains
Working, continuously working,
Amid simple self-requests: “stand up”, or “walk”.
Breathe in: worlds within infinite worlds
Breathe out: worlds within infinite worlds
Here we reside
The tips of our noses against the foot of a mountain
So large He’s invisible
And resignedly,
Ignored.
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