The word was different in every language, yet the concept was universal. There was no other way to explain the countless variety of living things, the universal feeling of love that all people expressed. So here we are , unable to remember the waters we came from, the hands that placed us here. We are born, our destiny is cast. Along the way we chose our path, our direction, our own ways of understanding that which can not be understood.
Every human being sees the horrors that mankind commits upon mankind.
We look for the hand of God to stop the horror, it never appears. Yet, we look at the wonders of creation, the simplicity of a flower, the complexity of a flower, and the hand of God is reflected everywhere. The hand of God . Everywhere and nowhere. In many respects we are the hands of God, expressed through life and our destiny.