The earth has found its pole, the moon its tides. Atoms, energies have done their work, have made the world, have finished it, have rested. And we call this Creation. And you missed it. You are west of me and in the past.
Light is somewhere else.
The fireflies come out above the lake. You are compiling binaries and zeroes. The given world is what you can translate. And you divide the lesser from the greater. I never made it numerate as you did.