The day i tried to fly, was the day i met God.
"Poor creature," he said, "did I not give thee sense to know thou art not a winged bird?"
i stared into indescribable eyes and saw everything - comprehending nothing.
"My child, did I not give thee legs to carry thyself across solid earth?"
i marveled at bottomless robes, praying to see what was beyond.
"I am Creator of the Universe, Life, Knowledge. Yet thou art compelled, dissatisfied by what I know not. What could exist that I would not bestow unto thee?
"Lord," i said "...curiosity."
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