The sun basks in my glorious existence, so do you. Be greatfull that you have been allowed to exist in my era. Dust on my feet radiates more prestige than that you can ever accumulate in your entire sorry life. Don't even think of laying your puny gaze at the epitome of universal existence that I am. Bow to my greatness and move along. Your devotion to me, which is the sole purpose of your otherwise inconsequential existence, isn't considered worth an iota percent more than the nothingness that is the void behind your withered temples. A single fleeting glance from my magnificent being is enough to instill divine purpose in a million wretched generations that follow the husk of insignificance that you continue to be. Revel your worthless being in my spectacular glory that dwarfs the creation of this universe. Consider it astronomically patronizing of me to allow the shriveled existence that you are to lay your worthlessly ignorant gaze on this eloquent summary that does justice to the tiniest fraction of my breathtaking omnipresence.