Downsizing Man
Volcanoes, those wild beasts that rule the fields around them, spit out their guts whenever they feel like it. They laugh and play like lion cubs. They rise above the mountain and look down upon man and his swollen ego.
They think to themselves, “Little man, look at me. I am more powerful than you could ever be even though I don’t walk upon the land like you do. If you think you know everything, you don’t know about the hands that push me out of my secret cave, the source of my rising, and your feeble muscles couldn’t ever repel my strength.
My God is your God also. He created us both, even though we look different. You were created to get to know me, and I was created to make you think about why I was created. If you looked down into the all consuming fires and saw the hands that pushed me to the mountain top, you would get to know me. But since you can’t, all you can do is read about me. We could never become intimate.
I will always remain unapproachable and enigmatic. You could never witness my birth and watch me grow until I reach the top of the mountain. If you think you know everything, you don’t. If you think you are all powerful, you aren’t. You are only a little man who thinks he knows everything.”
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