I am the universe playing tricks on itself.
I am the microcosm and the macrocosm.
When faced with my former enormity
I am but a snag in the fabric and yet
Within I still contain the entire tapestry.
On days like these when all I can do
Is contemplate my smallness
I forget my value and in forgetting, dim
Inadvertently my vision of the whole.
For energy there can only be life.
What is murder to the rain likewise
Necessitates it. We are but seeds,
Potentialities sheathed in a porous husk.
What lurks underneath no one knows.
The need to be born is apparent in all of us.
We want to know, to return to our nature
But it is in our nature to explore. In the end
The game, the pieces, and the strategy
Are none other than the player himself.
I may come back to the other challenge 2 lies and a truth but I only just revealed a tremendous amount about myself and so it wouldn’t be so easy to lie to you now lol