Once upon a time a magician lived alone in palace

What can I do to love thought he

And so he created a universe – magical lights would sparkle at night

Time, a figment of his imagination would give people a sense of stability

Gravity would hold them onto the planet

Food and water would be in abundance, and even more so the air they need and light that causes warmth and growth

But to truly love he figured

Is it right to make them subservient

No, shall I not give them the ability to find meaning?