She rubbed the ground between her fingers.
"We are the eyes with which existence sees itself, investigates under each rock. Discovers itself. Surprises itself."
She sighed
"Creates itself. The job is never done, nor would we want it to be. There is no endgame."
She smiled.
She rubbed the ground between her fingers.
"We are the eyes with which existence sees itself, investigates under each rock. Discovers itself. Surprises itself."
She sighed
"Creates itself. The job is never done, nor would we want it to be. There is no endgame."
She smiled.