Who is this man?

Who is this man that kicks us when we are down? Where does he come from, and how does he know we have just fallen. Unless? Is he also the man who tripped us up in the first place? That way he can watch as we stumble and time it out just right. How can he time it out with such perfection? Who is this man that will not seem to ever let up? Day after day kicking and kicking. Does he ever tire of all this toil? Does his foot ever hurt after such long bouts of thrashing and stomping? Who is this man that knows the right way to kick? Where did he learn this talent of such precisely placed pummeling’s? Maybe it’s instinctive. Who is this man who kicks us when we are down? Will he win? Or will the man who picks us back up again win? And who is this man who picks us back up again? Where does the man come from? Is he always there waiting for the dust to settle so he can reach down and scoop us up? Who is this man who knows when you are hurt, who knows when you have taken your final blow? This man who thinks not of himself, but of the well being of battered souls. Does he get tired of reaching down and lifting us up? Or does he tire of hearing the one he lifts complain and curse concerning the beating he just took? What of his feelings? Does he not desire well wishing for good deeds done? Will he ever get them? Who is this man and who is the other, one in the same or one in another?