Everywhere you look there are classes in the universe.
Reflected in nature and humans.
Ground and sky, prey and predator, master and servants and finally
Gods and mortals
Gods sit the at the edge of the universe,
worshipped and their commands obeyed.
Their names immortal and image praised,
thats just how fate wills it.
And the rest of us mortals, doomed to a laborious life
working until sunset for our names to be a mere footprint.
A footprint on a giant mountain that is life,
swept away by the wind that is time.
Ordinary and forgotten.
thats just how fate wills it