I walked slowly into the trees. There was no rush.
No rush since I knew what was about to happen because I controlled everything. Because I was everything.
A single thought of Archie crossed my mind. He no longer lived, or he lived: it was of no concern. And I understood then that I was a fearful God, a fiery God but a just God. I was chance and I was coincidence, I was circumstance and I was aftermath. I was everything: but there was no room there for compassion - and that is just how it is in my Universe.