Free Will

He opened his eyes and the clouds wept, pouring icy rain down on the world.

He opened his mouth and tasted air. A sandstorm buried fifteen men.

He stood; his first step shook the city to splinters.

His second step opened the earth and swallowed a nation.

His third step boiled the seas.

As he lifted his foot again, the people of the land cried out to him, “Why do you do these things?”

He spoke, scorching seventeen acres of good farmland. “I must choose, and in choosing, act, or else I am less than nothing.”

His foot came down.