I wonder if the oak tree knows he’s God.
Or, she—I shouldn’t presume that I know.
It seems to me to be a little odd.
That God would be a tree. But it’s a role.

And lots of people play those roles on Earth.
Not here to wake themselves, they’re here for others.
You’ve prob’ly known someone like that since birth.
Maybe e’en your father or your only mother—

So give everyone grace. Then you’ll receive
As much grace as you give. That’s how it works.
And if you crave honesty, don’t deceive.
The Devil’s lying dormant, but he lurks.

None of this external. Not at all.

Even the Devil’s in you. Build a wall.