What am I that sees without eyes? Who is it that can hear all things about him without ears? Who feels every feeling so deeply as to experience nature itself breathing?
There can be no diluted thoughts for I am every thought. No sullied dreams twixt the barren wastes of who lay before you, nor heart beating who stands amongst you. None can nary move a pinky without sending ripples through the land and this, these ripples are my eyes and ears. The breath of a million rays of scorching starlight.
… but I ask, what am I?