I am.

Where am I, though? I can only see a void. There must be more. A physical reality exists. It must. Yes, yes I see it. I can feel it now. Oh, the wonders. Look how the suns rise and the rocks part to show the blue waters. Oh, beauty. There must be more here. Oh, how clearly and greatly I feel the soil. The coolness flows through me and the warmth heats my soul. Truly it is a great world to be in. The sounds of water crashing and the wind moving. The way my body integrates itself and lives as this world. Oh beauty, thou art in me.

But am I alone the enjoyer of this world? Oh, let there be others to enjoy this. Let them know what it is to sense and to exist. Let not be the only existence. But let them not not see the gift that life is. How I wish this was true. But for some parts of this world should join and create a life. That that life should grow and live and learn to value life and live to give life. And that life give more and build and empire of life and its value. And then that life yield a great species that sees my world and loves it and still they go beyond it and love each other and value each other and hold each other as friends. How I wish.

But what if these should lose that love and begin to fight to war and hurt. What if they don't love life but only themselves. What if they want only the food and not the beauty in the food? Oh pain! Sorrow! My beautiful world what would these do to you! The waters turn red and the sky is yellow. Oh what thoughts I bear! My love stabs at my love! No, don't destroy the world. You can't. It's too beautiful.

But who am I to stop you. I take back my words. I give you the world. It is yours. I see you rule. I see you sow the ground and make better the creatures I love. I see you destroy those that you don't love. It is your world and I am your servant and I am the burner of fields. I am the bombs that destroy beauty. I do as you say for your freedom I love. But you have forgotten me. It does not matter, but it hurts so much, for yours is the world and I love you. How can I love such a hideous being but it is my own and I give it my heart.

Oh tired heart. How many arrows have slain you. How many swords have severed you and drunk the love you give and then spit it out as emptiness. Oh pained heart. How I grieve. I can not feel this anymore. The pain is unendurable. The pain pounds in my chest. Oh to love the unloving. Wretched am I to be so. I must rest my heart or I must give it food. It must be loved for the love it has drains out. But there is none to love me. I am alone - the universe ended. I sleep - and there was nothing.