Pain comes from the sun
like everything else.
We possess no understanding of
its creation
besides our own biochemical abilities
to devour it, and digest it.
It's ego, it's all ego,
to think that you can
create something that you can
truly touch, truly hold.
We have one calling.
We create life
We are nature creating
nature, and subjecting it
to nature.
And I lied to you,
I will not make you happy
I can't make anything
I am neither god nor man.
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