The sheet of snow

The snow is falling thick and fast. This world is peaceful when it's snowing. If nothing else, I can believe this illusion of wonderful peace world.

The one snow particle creates this world, and the others follow him. He is white, but not pure white snow particle.

He cannot be patient with the world, so he imagines. He cannot be patient with the imagination, so he despair. Despairing, he stops the fact that he is patient. He duels with the world with His pen, His paper, His will, His song, His calculation, and His law as a weapon.

You know he loves peace, but you cannot know he loves glory.