There are people being born.
There are people dying.
There are people falling in love.
There are people falling out of love.
There are people trying and failing.
There are people trying and succeding.
There are people eating, drinking and being merry.
There are people sad and lonley.
And in the middle of it all stand I.
The Observer.
The Little Voice.
God.
Yahweh.
Bhudda.
Allah.
Vishnu.
Shiva.
The One with many names.
And I look upon you all. With love in my heart.
Why?
Because it's a bloody good laugh.
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