The True God Poem by Stuart Logan

Many wonder of Buddhism.
Christianity.
Paganism.
But many seem to assume that we have no control of our own destiny.
The reason we cannot see the future as we do the past,
Is that it is unwritten.
It is a blank page on the chapters of fate.
A scroll yet remaining a virgin to the ink.
Untouched and whole.
Awaiting a profile.
A being.
A character,
To pervert the sacred parchment of the unforeseen.

So if you must ask who the True God is,
and wonder who fulfills our destinies,
And who is the laywright of our fate.
Know this.
It is Man.

We are the true gods.
We are the only one who can control life.
We are furthermore omniscient than ants, lions, or hyenas.
If we were ants, we would be awed by the presence of man.
Seemingly invulnerable.
Larger than life.
And able to blot out our existence with a small step.

We are man. We are gods.
We are the playwrights of Fate.