If birth is only the first part
of everything that is creation,
how did a world exist
when you and I entered it?
With other beings, people
things like plants in it
and although at times half twisted
it is as if everything reaches
and sings to a godly being.
If we in confusion reach for concepts
that we were at a time part of God
why then can we only with our bodies create life,
and not find the binding
that gives that energy to a dead thing,
and why do you use blasphemy
to renounce the Creator
and jeer along with the prince of darkness?
Or do you not realize
that a rock stays a rock,
and man is no god,
at times just an animal fool
who can propagate
and sometimes with integrity
and intelligence seek
a higher being who brings meaning?
[Reference: Die Evangelie volgens Valentinus (The gospel according to Valentinus) by Johan Steyn.]
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