English poem
Epigrams, CCXLIX (When God had finished this terrestrial…)
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
When God had finished this terrestrial frame And all things else, with or without a name, The Nothing that remained within His hand Said: “Make me into something fine and grand, Thine angels to amuse and entertain.” God heard and made it into human brain.
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