It is us. And yet it is, so much bigger than us… so much greater and more powerful than we will ever be. It bred us. It nurtures us. We in turn cultivate it … and destroy it … and battle with our consciences and our wills to revive it.
It is inside us. We are dependent upon it. But it could wipe us out at will, without so much as a by or leave. It will never ask our permission. We will never, ever be able to stand in its way.
It is all powerful, transcendent …
It is life.