Post-human avalanche of shards

And the river spoke to the sun:

What was broken shall now be fixed

What was bad shall now be Good

What was trembled shall now be grown

What was growing shall now evaporate.

Into the stars and become eternal.

The air to breath and the plants who grow and the paintings made.

In every tiny stone which trembles down by a sculptor who tries to capture his picture in mind of God in his imagination, it will be within.

And as the Devil walks through the cornfields, he looked at the Night sky and saw a star. It's in his nature that he felt that way.

And a tender lies within it all.

And the human felt it as he found a shimmering shard on the bottom of the sea of tears. As he looked at it, he saw himself and he was still a child. He looked through his own eye and he saw it all happening just in that moment.

And he felt Sand running through his hands, just in that moment and the sand formed letters on the ground. He was there in that moment and he read: EX SE

And evaporated into god