And we begin at the beginning, the
ending for some others, and the midpoint for more. Neither aspect collides with
the other, yet each needs the others to exist as a separate entity.
The separateness of each conjoins, and eventually disappears.
So I come into life, a member of neither aspect, yet influenced by and
influencing each. I have always been here, never anywhere or any when. In my
existence I am lost, trying to be found while avoiding discovery. I call out
silently, knowing I?ll be heard, yet dreading the result of discovery.
In my seclusion I am alone, yet do I have many companions. The world is
my companion, and we shall never be separated. From one came the other,
returning to the one that is-was-shall be.
I wander, absorbing all that I can. I sort through what I have gained,
discarding the necessary while keeping the useless, leaving room for the
unexpected. If I were to keep what is necessary, I would not need to seek the
answers to the unasked questions. If I were to keep what was necessary, the
chance others would come to me for answers would increase tenfold.
I do not have the answers, and I am unsure of the questions. When one is
found, the other would soon follow.
I fly. I swim. I live and breathe. I know not what my purpose is, or if
I have a purpose. If that knowledge were to be gained, what then? Find and
follow purpose, letting all else fall by the wayside. Detritus for those who
claim knowledge of purpose, and knowledge of the questions and answers. For
those who play at being Gods.
Every God has its Devil, every good its evil. All is kept in balance
through opposition. The true law is chaos, one the straight line, one the many
directions. And who has determined that this is so? Who decides who is the
creator, and whom the destroyer?
Free will. Free will has been the biggest creator in history...and the
largest destroyer. Wars have began and ended by peoples? wills. More will come
than not.
The one that is I wonders, and is condemned and excommunicated for
questioning the ?All Mighty?. This wanderer is forever lost, rarely found
except by myself. Found .....and lost once more for the short span of eternity.
A mere irritation to the power(s) that vie for control, yet nearly
indestructible with the support of the true powers.
Even in my ultimate demise shall I live, as the Phoenix, resurrected
from the waste of my own cremation.
For, you see, I too have my own free will.......