before the beginning
were the thinkers,
the thoughts,
the ideas,
the great imaginations.
before the beginning of time,
life as we know it,
the story of our being,
came the authors of the world.
who may the be?
for centuries upon centuries people have discovered the ideas,
words that have been granted the representation of existence,
the gospels of our truth.
however, fooled we must be, as the authors of our world remain a fraction of an individual imagination.
history and fate only share such in common,
and so the authors of our world have intended all of this
as we live our lives, the ones we have been gifted by them,
the authors,
and so they say "Maktub",
it is written.