There's only one reason I can think of, John, that an infinitely powerful, all-knowing, fun-loving, eternal gladiator of the Universe would ever choose to be born into a little human body, with stub-able toes, adrift in time, immersed in space, cloaked in mystery:
There'd have to be much more to what was going on than mere mortal eyes could behold, and it would have to be really, really, really, really, really beautiful.
And it so is.
You'll "see," The Universe |
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| Love it all, John, before it's just a really, really, really, really, really beautiful memory. |
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