A Declaration of Self

"The only thing worse than an unanswered question is an unquestioned answer."

Is this it? No, this is not it. There is more, there is an unending open sky to walk beneath or to lay and gaze into. There are countless stars. There is cool air and the deep, breathing sea.

I need to be free.

When is anything really over? When is the time to end something or begin something new? The answer is, irrevocably, NOW. I will not censor myself. I will not hide that I am human. If you fear me, I will only draw you closer. If you love me, I will push you away. I am all sides to all things. I am infinite.

I am floating in stasis, hung by the strings of the universe, each connected to each. This is my light. I have given it to you.

I wonder if and if, every person is really a part of another. Is there someone to whom we are truly connected? Are we connected to everyone equally? If we listen hard enough, can we hear the wish of another's soul? If I close my eyes and go to sleep, are the voices in dialogue inside my head mine alone... or when we float in the subconscious do we merge and speak freely as we are unable to do in waking life? I am searching. Sometimes there are photographs in my mind, of times that never were and things that never happened. Or did they happen? Were we really there?

I think it's possible to meet one's soul mate in passing and absolutely hate them. To belong to someone so utterly and completely dissimilar from whatever ideal one possesses that you will never, in a thousand years, find this person. If you do find this person, how will you know? If you find them and don't know them and pass them, might you never see them again? Or is there some greater force that binds the destined or the damned together?

I believe in magik, without a doubt. I believe in points of power and rising mists and faeries. I believe that I could be MORE than human if I tried. If I dreamed hard enough. For now I choose to be human and let the music take me elsewhere... when I choose to be more than human I take myself away from the waking world and live in one of dreams. A lonely world, that it is, but magik. For now, I see words in air and trace visions in the chords of synthesized mathematics.

I pass the test. I will diminish, and go into the west, and remain Galadriel.