What else?
What can be said that time hasn't shown in many ways before?
The sky explodes, brilliant colors spawn within its chaos, mocking the darkness with a thousand lights, forged through eons long.
Again, what else?
What idea can possibly match the marching stars in the vast ocean of the universe?
You were nowhere when I cast upon the foundation for one inch of existence.
Yet here you are, asking what else.
Dare I answer the justification for your own violence?
Year after year, does stepping on an ant ever strike you as peculiar?
You are merely stardust; does colliding with thought ever strike you as unnatural?
Spare me the malevolence of your insolence, child.
You stand before me, demanding the name Israel.
Have you no shame?
Wrestled with the what, the how, the why but never accepting the who.
Let it be known that it was not your sin that drove you away from me.
For I have told you, beware the righteous.
The mountain they climb was for you to see, not me.
Thousands of valleys scar the earth, yet the sea remains victorious.
What use is your pond on the sand if it cannot tame the same water of the same wave?
What else is there but me?
Tell me if you understand this.
