Man gives form to his world as he chooses.
Any one moment is, by that man, changed and willed as he wishes.
Across one lifetime a man will redefine a moment as many times as he likes to suit the world he finds himself in.
A man finding himself in need of absolution without God will wish beneficence on all moments.
The half foolish man sees the world as it would be without him.
In the cradle of solemn non being he can only find hope.
Through utter unending black he will choose to see hope.
Why?