I am God. I see everything. All the people I see do what I say. Nobody can stop me. I have all the power. I am the King and they are the little pawns that I command. The words they speak are words that I dream. They are shadows and dust and I am the forever burning sun. Timeless. With all the power of imagination.

One of the foot soldiers tries to confront me. They speak nonsense. Its words are too slow. My thoughts are too fast to understand the small troubles it is facing, for I am greatness that cannot not be overstated and they are less than a flyspeck. In this frame of time, they would be a second in a drunken lost weekend long ago forgotten.

I am here and now. The forevermore. Every day of the past and every day that will ever be. In a maze of what is hidden and what is and what will always be seen. Night and day. Day and Night. Never wrong and completely right.

Thoughts that are faster and deadlier than lightning and can awaken someone louder than thunder. Like raindrops where there was none before. I am life where once only death remained.

The pawn attempts to hold me, but in my mind, I am free spinning and spinning with all the answers of the cosmos. For I have learned it is all connected. All the points of view are one. Out of many is one. In this oneness we have every bit of knowledge collected there will be. There is no doubt.

Others will stand with me and be able to step back from the abyss. Where the darkness reaches for the darkness. Yet if you are not there looking in it cannot grab you. You can be as I am removed from time. Without the cycle of day and night.

Above the clouds in outer space, we are not locked into the frame of poles of north or west. South or East. The answer is to step over life like I have done. I am not here now. I am a ghost. Known by many names. Some call me a blessing and others call me Hell. I am what you wish because you were given free will and you really had the power to be as powerful as me only you never believed.

You could be better and you choose to be less. You could have stepped in and done your fellow man a favor and instead you decided to go the way of self-centeredness.

Think of the world we live in and what can be done at the press of a button. I write this with only the tip of one finger. Is that not the power of God? I am an instrument of his power. Stardust. Every atom is every other atom and in all this is God.

So, try to stop me. They say I am crazy. But perhaps the crazy have the eyes that see the correct way and the so-called normal man is, in fact, the crazy man if by normal you mean a man that walks into a brick wall and after not breaking through backs up and walks into it again. That is what most people, people that are supposedly smart do all their lives until they die. They thought they were powerless when they had all the power all along.

Grabbing me the meaningless pawns held me down. My mind raced and everything faded from view. I knew if I weren't here, they would cease to be. They cuffed my hands so I could not injurei myself because they were really protecting themselves. I visualized banging my head or stabbing my chest. Could I be that cruel? What would happen to my little pawns? What would become of them? Without me to remember them they would be nothing. Nothing in the forevermore. I for a moment thought of being that cruel and then I quickly put it out of my mind.

The world needs to be remade. The path needed to be corrected. The circles of madness needed to be ended. All the patterns needed to be understood. The poems. The songs. The sweet sounds of music. The people were calling out, but no one seemed to be listening. All the noise and all the voices without anyone who was making sense of it.

That is what I thought, yet slowly I found others reaching and others teaching, explaining the world in their eyes. The path wasn't endless. Many others walked the same path. Still, I sense they don't call it the same name I do. Walk as God or in God's footsteps. Not behind God. But better to be behind God than not at all.

Being God is reaching for the stars. Not caught up in the turns of day and night. To walk removed from the thoughts of trials by fire of the daily show. When you can remove yourself from now. Today. This week. This year. Move back a decade, maybe two then you begin to see the power of God. Like the mind of a superpowered Time Machine you can use history to move about and use the vastness of the Internet to understand like no one before and find anything on Earth like never done. Is that not God? Often it is the computer hacker who claims he is God. And so right he is. So be it. All the power to do the will of his every wish at the tips of his fingers. Is that not God?

The devil is said to be in the details, only when we say the devil, we really are saying God. The devil is God. God is the devil. There is no detail that God could overlook. If the devil is in the details then so is God. God is in every Joke. God is every Lie. Knowing this you would understand there is no right or wrong. As wrong, all wrongs depend on point of view. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. One man's trash is another man's treasure. The mere act of hating is loving. If you hate you are giving energy to that end. By pushing on one side, you are pulling on the other side. There must be balance. The scales always have to be balanced. Anything that goes up must come down. So, hate is just the reverse of love, the joy of disliking a thing. But by acting like a God, you let the world wash over you like you are a Master storyteller looking over your tale.