The value of my somethingness is in proportion to the acceptance of my shear nothingness. I am only because something made it so. It is this thing that made, is making, and will make it so…..God. And he will have his way with me as he pleases. And he has bared all the scares this world has given me. He weeps with me, his laughter catches me off guard. He holds me close in my sadness, and tethers my elation lest I think I am something of power. For I am nothing, God is all, and All I am is Nothing held firm In this Great Something.