As God unto the World

He wonders. Even worries. Perhaps he is taking too much pleasure in this new found freedom of meaninglessness. Everything broken down, he finds that all that remains is him. Everywhere he turns everything comes back to him-self. All thoughts are his thoughts. All the world becomes his world. All of reality exists only in him. Yet alone with his thoughts, he feels less and less at home in him-self. As thought comes to take the place of action, he becomes aware that while his actions may be his own, he is certainly not the originator of his thoughts. Attempting to grasp himself without himself he finds that he is perhaps no more than mere fleeting desires. Or perhaps something deeper and darker lurks inside. But no matter how hard he looks; he always escapes himself. Unable to give account of even himself he comes to view his thoughts with increasing suspicion. This thus leads him back to action. For even if his thoughts are strangers; his actions, though not of him, makes him. Or rather they make him in the eyes of others. And so rather than remain alone and almighty, he returns from the lofty heights where gods rule, and returns to himself and the world. And with that he realises that every man may be a God. But in a universe no greater than his own mind.