Tuesday, 1 April 2008

22 8 2003, 11.10 a.m.

What if He's just some big Eternal Superbeing kid, playing with his trainset, setting up obstacles, road blocks, impossible routes; He flips a switch at the last moment to change a journey into something new.

We are the toys - the trains, the engines, the tracks, the goods onboard, the boulders blocking someone else's path, the switch that makes the difference. The plug points, the electricity that makes it possible.

We the people, the creatures, the plants, the cells - we are all these things. At one point or another. We're interchangeable, we become what He wants us to be - this Omnipotent Child with the Vivid Imagination.

We are toys in His game - but in a way we're more. We ARE the game, , and the game is His, and so in a way we are Him.

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