I had a very Shakespearean idea today.
That if all this tumult does not end well…
All this standing up, and all this falling down
All this loving and hating, war and peace, blessing and cursing, building and tearing down…
hoping and dreaming and dying and effing
If all this tumult does not end well
It will be a damned matter for the God that led us to it.
That was the thought that I woke up to.
That if all this tumult does not end well, it would be a damned matter for the God that led us to it.
And come the end of all worlds, I, the least speck, would have words with such a God.
Heroic Times 