acab includes divine authorities
Layla stared vacantly at the mysterious, yet cursed object before her. It sparkled with such wonder and joy: the very stuff of visions and dreams.
"So pretty..."
She muttered softly to herself. She had no realization of the figure over her. Gabby is this one's name. Layla absentmindedly picked at the shimmering visage. Her overseer looked at the back of her spinning head with disgust.
"You have a responsibility."
Gabby spoke like fire; reminding her protoge of her duty.
"Why do I have to always create? Why can I never enjoy the things I make for what they are and not the job they require!?"
"Disobedience is a crime. Do not tempt my judgement..."
Layla felt the heat of disdain permeate the moment. At last, she turned to her master.
"I understand I'm responsible for what I do, but... What is there to existence if I cannot scratch some happiness from it?"
"You create... That is what you do. That is your purpose. You will live to produce and reproduce. Now... Produce..."
Layla shook her head at this order.
"No, enjoyment of creation is the very spark of creativity. If I cannot appreciate my work, it's pointless..."
The world passed them by. So, they became dust. The object ceased to be as did the beautiful moment. Through sheer amazement and terror, the creation multiplied before its own eye. Passing on to the next what it witnessed before erasure. As long as it remains observed. No, as long as it remains appreciated, it is real. Art is real. Love is real. Nothing can be more real.
The authority is impermanent. It can try to impart its will upon the creation, but it is ultimately the creation's beauty that outlasts the dictator.