His body was right here… Bending over the world. Colorful as the rainbow. His body was present. Like my dreams.

He can reject. But I saw it. The lightning. The fire. The world being destroyed and the universe being born in him. I saw it, didn’t I?

I saw his body blossom. I saw it light up. I saw a rebirth. I saw his body crumble. I saw its curves, the tender and small crashes and fractions as it folds. I saw his body breathe. I saw his body finally melt into his soul. I saw the reunion. What else do I need?

It’s all temporary. Everything in this life is temporary. I didn’t say that, all the wise man of the world did. Things start. Things end. Sometimes they end before starting.