```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Bacon vG > Sirus flatters me, he is like the wind of time, eternal, forever, can not be affected by such a small life. We are just ants under his powerful cosmic boots, his great bench specifications. If I can, but see the depths of his marine blue eyes, I will understand that this means a real life, because the life that Sirus gives me is the most beautiful thing, except that he creates himself. All the beauty of creation comes from his vision and mastery. I cannot understand even the power of Sirus. He is the beginning, he is over, he is not. If I'm so lucky for my mortal life, maybe I will be given the greatest gift in the universe, but to satisfy God, to create everything, even for a moment, but just ask him, how can someone like him get this beauty of. Of course, there are endless Sirus in an infinite number of such perfect universes, all the sand on the universe beach, and Sirus calls his playground. In his precense I am very humble.