Me, who is nothing in comparison to the splendor of the universe. Among the infinitum of the universe he chooses to make little me. This hair, these eyes, carefully formed, carefully prepared. And the promise is made. The workman smiles in delight for his creation.
Men are dreamers.
With their thoughts they build high into the heavens. In their dreams they set foundations, lay the scaffolding, engineer the machine. Mighty they rise, these structures of will, haughty overshadowing everything else. Today I walked up to mine and patiently studied it for any sign of imperfection of flaw. Squinting fiercely, looking, focusing, inspecting, watching, and finding the smallest crack, hiding among a maze of stucco and wall.