Sometimes, when the universe is kind enough to pause time, I begin wondering.
I think about the blended colors of the sunsets. I think about art and the emotion that’s drawn from it. I think about my body and how it works harmoniously to function. I think about the rotating planets and the stretching, immense space we know nothing about.
And I think about how one mind, one being, one creator, was important enough and kind enough to form the very universe I am blown away by.
Sometimes, the universe can be kind–but always, the creator is.