The light of Creation and the attendants to all and to all beyond imagination

is such power that this world in which we live in reduces to a tiny atom in the vastness.

Borders and nations are utterly indiscernible on a little atom.

Political affiliations an arbitrary joke upon absurdity.

Religious differentials mute. Distinctions deaf.

You are insignificant as I and I are all irie,

unseeable as a quark, mark this.

Be it.

The only time any of this seems real is when I must occupy this faux awareness this avatar.

It all only seems pointless and stupid then:  your borders, your nations, your political loyalties,

your distinctions

The light of Creation is devotion.  All you value is not real.  You only seem to be.  And I.  And I.