grace

Grace is man in his piety, given unto him not by god, but by that core in his soul, which he willed out from the storms which were unleashed unto him and which, instead of evading, he befriended and fostered because he knew that these were ordeals let loose, not to test him but to break him and that was something he would not do: to bend and to suffer in vain. From that unbending will he wrote his redemption and then his salvation. Man became free and in becoming free he gave grace unto himself.

Man began first and in the beginning he was one and there was no another, man alone in the wide tundra of nothingness, impregnable though inky blackness enveloped him from end to end. To left and right and up and down and east and north and south and west, there was nothing, except him and barrenness but he would not give in unto that desolation. He carries that loneliness in his soul even today but into that loneliness too, he has not given in and from it too he has conceived grace.

Man then created the world. He cleaved open his self and unfurled the elements and then split them, from which fission universes exploded and then there were galaxies and stars and planets and many suns blazing from whose light he harnessed energies and then used those furies to breathe life into planets. He watered the primeval pool from which sprung acids and bacteria and amoeba and plants and fishes and reptiles and mammals and animals of many complexions and lengths. Life after life after life he went on enumerating and making, until, like god before, he had to do nothing and could remain at a distance watching with deep compassion as the many wondrous things he had made fertilised and replicated themselves. Worlds unbidden sprung up within worlds and benign and benevolent man evoked his grace and gave it unto each of his creations and this grace was reflected onto him too.