I Write the Myriad Worlds Into Being

The universe is vast, and Earth is small.

Earth is vast, and I am insignificant.

My thoughts change in countless ways. They burst beyond Earth, then beyond the universe.

Only then do I realize that Earth is so small, the universe is so small, and even the Myriad Worlds are so insignificant.

I write a story, and it is merely an embellishment of a world.

I write a world, and it is only one plotline in a book.

Born of the world, originating from the world, belonging to the world. I write about the world, and the world is writing itself.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.