The passing clouds scraped his intentions from the sky and rippled his sidereal reflection. The impermanence of these electronic marks laughed at the tingling prescience of his deliberateness, feeding his longing for ink and paper. If only he had a pen that could write in a thousand books at once! But alas, he had to acknowledge that he could scarcely bear the finality of physical expressions. The word "No" echoed from the void and formed the ground. The word "Yes" echoed from the void and formed the sky. The ground covered itself in fog to hide from the sky, and shook itself violently in fearful sleep. The sky looked down at this blanket of fog and lit itself up with love, and beamed in warmth at what it knew was underneath. The ground rolled beneath the fog and began to spin, trying to flee the sky, but the sky poured itself over the ground and made an embracing sphere, and the ground was helpless to escape this embrace. The ground heaved and cracked, and spat the moon at the sky to block it out and make night. But the sky embraced the moon and filled it with light so that even in night it would shine the sky's love onto the ground. Finally, the ground realized that it could not escape the sky's love. So it wept and made the oceans, from whence life came.