I find beauty, not within a deity, but within the struggle for us creatures to adapt and survive through thousands of years of hardship and mutations, yet still have the ability to be beautiful things, such as a flower.

The difference between a dream and a fanasty
Is the same difference in suceeding in reality

"I am who I am today because of you;
That is why I hate you"

"If growing old is mandatory, whats considered optional
If my feet stay still why do I still run into obstacles?"

"Today the heart beats habitually
Think of you is like another reality"