He woke each night with War in the east and Love in the west, and his heart right in the middle. For, when the Sun and Holy Ghost had long since set, the old gods were always watching.

To him, life was always in retrograde, a ceaseless cycle of recursion and reduction. Ubiquity lends itself all too readily to redundancy, just as omniscience is itself subject to ridicule and scorn. All should be sparing with their miracles.

What is majesty in a celestial court?

What is cruelty and violence at a cosmic scale?

Reality, he saw, is a quantum state: to the right, the road, to the left, the hearth, and his heart right in the middle.

Yet here we are, caught between the atoms and the stars. Through the human lens, this quantum state is a prison, not potential. In the awe of our creation, we are frozen in indecision.

He grasped at the night and fell back into the earth.