....i feel the rush of the powerful, the sip of ambrosia still bubbling on my tongue as i realize i have my foot on the threshold of omnipotence. i become the Creator, the Great Judge as I decide what springs to life and what remains unformed in the shadows. i become the God of this New World and i revel in its glory, in its abundance..
and then when i stop, the ambrosia dries up, the colors grow cold and i am removed from the splendour- the uninvited guest at the party. the key is locked away and i can no longer access that world which was once mine to enjoy, the same world i willed into being. the paintbrush falls and i am vanquished. i am human, once again.
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