The twinkling bed of stars
Blanketing the tranquil lake and grass
Shall we call God, the notion/entity/force that makes life non trivial?
Not this vague undefined sense of purpose, as much as the enrapturing beauty.
What makes the twinkling night sky, or the painted clouds, so much more charming than the marvels of lamps, buildings, and concrete.
Is what is inside everything, this life force, this star stuff, what is most worth celebrating?
Give up your life, for all it is worth.
Squeeze all the juice out, for what else was it made?