Crumbling

To breathe the air, to crumble, to build, and study from personal experience, all while holding this inner intention of finding meaning in life? A study of rivers, of tales, of events that flowed through you. Or, quite possibly, events that flowed through others to you. Or ... to search for the meaning of life itself, without apparent action, so you can learn what breathing is, so you can learn how to crumble, and how to build? A study of self, apart from the intention of glorifying the self. Instead, a discovery of an inner brokenness, with the intent of finding a builder. But does the builder look upon either with fondness? Who does God see with favour? Many do not want love, but admiration. Some live so they can know how to ponder, and some ponder so they can know how to live. In the end though, God does not like anybody.