Creation Adores the Creator

Without a doubt I had many things to say. Perhaps if I was guilty of anything, it was the desire to be too good. The desire to be too perfect while I was still in the flesh. I felt it was better not to write than write the wrong thing. So I wrote the right things then buried it. It was kept in a vault stronger than that of Swiss banks. A vault that could not be broken... My mentor was the servant in the parable of talents shared by the Greatest man that ever lived in that wonderful sacred book. I did not think that the Creator was greedy but I thought He was too perfect and good. I thought nothing imperfect was His. Without a doubt I was correct. Certainly and verily i was right.