“Each thought was epic yet minuscule.”
“You bastard, he thought, almost affectionately, watching the minuscule protoplasm fluttering on the slide. You dirty little bastard.”
“All of us, each and every one, lives a life that is, in its own right, an epic.”
“Grace is given each day we wake. Yet, thoughts are a mere desire that is released, but words said could be pain if not given grace prior”
“You mean you have to be epic already, for it to make you more epic?”
“...But living creatures are strange. They are made in such a way that they can actualize only what their minuscule minds wish for.”