I stand on the sea shore watching the rolling breakers as they crash at the foot of the cliff or come rolling with full force along the ever diminishing sandy expanse to end in a ripple. The ocean is mighty, so is the creator.
White puffs of nothingness, clouds strolling across the sky, sometimes highlighted by a setting sun. The same creator is at work. I do not know how or why but I know what is.
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