I believe that to think closest to God (or the creator) a.k.a. the first, the magnificant, one must honestly know that it experieces all things through us. It walks with us, to some unseen. It breathes the same same air, sees the same things as we, loves and hates with us. Every fiber in our conciousness is it, every emotion and every word we speak. It is our torment, our joy, our mother and our father.
It is creation, it is destruction. Not only progress but a standstill also. There is no pentical, for it is always growing. And takes many shapes, sounds and colors. To those who want to know what is out there, I cannot tell. For perhaps It is also the reassuring dream of more to come, if not also for complete renewal and utter decomposition. Even though the image of a rose in the mind stays Its essence does not. The prime of This paticular creation was in life, and after It long wilted It never came the same.

Creation is Everything. All that exists, for if it exists It has Been. Do the trees and grass and plants when they die do they pass threw a souls journey to the “after?” Is It not the same essence that burns threw our veins now? There is no seperation between life and life. And all Energy is recycled and reused.
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