Humans.
Just tiny specks on a ball,
Hurtling through space at 67,000 miles an hour
In a galaxy filled with other heavenly bodies.
God could wipe the windshield clean of these specks in
One divine stroke
And Creation would drive on without missing a beat.
But wait. We're sentient.
We have the will and the desire to realize God.
Surely, that's why we were created...
With this exquisite attunement to pain and joy
So that when we realize God
God can have the satisfaction of
Being realized.
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