I created the universe because I was ALL, alone. I had nothing so I what I needed was a home. I watch what I’ve created but do not interfere Though my creations drown in ugliness and fear. I created a game where the players make the rules. And cheat on them so often so it seems Those rules were made for them to just pretend They are above what they most often are. So far from me though I long to be among them But they are the immovable object unstoppable Me Cannot help, but only see. I sometimes feel like Abbott and Costello got Me more than priests and rabbis do. I wonder who I am, do you?