Listen to another name for God.
Before there was the Hunt, before there was Life, before there were the myriad of worlds which are ours and not-ours, there was Paya M'mesth'ii A'ayum-me'kut, Maker-of-Living-Worlds. All worlds which hold Life, any world which is ours to Hunt upon, this the Paya has made for us.
Matter is His to pull together and break apart, as He wills it. Shapes are his to define or to destroy, as He wills it. Worlds are stone and sky, ocean and magma, as He wills it.
All living worlds belong to Paya M'mesth'ii A'ayum-me'kut. Without worlds there is no Life, without Life, there can be no Hunt.
I think the little myth speaks for itself. I, on the other hand, was having one of those evenings where I wanted to use all the pencils in my pencil box.
This insanity brought to you today by ink and Prismacolor pencils. The one thing I am not happy about is the fact that the rock textures really don't show through from the original pen and ink drawing. This lets the colored piece and the black and white piece stand on their own feet as individual works of art, though, and that's no bad thing.
Colordy version of: