Monday, February 08, 2010

Insignificant

I looked around the other day and what a scene I beheld. I can see the horizon flat as in every direction. To my right a storm was raging somewhere in the distance, I could even see the lightning. To my left the sun was poking through big puffy white clouds shooting rays of gold down upon the land. The road was so reflected that it looked like a mirror or even a water bed, and the crops around me sparkled in the sun's light.
I thought to myself as I beheld such beautiful wonders, with all these beautiful things if there is a god, why on earth would he bother making me?