Through my doorway crawls a shadow, a fragment of a being moving silently between realms. I see it, though it does not see me, and I must wonder— Why has this figure chosen to reveal itself to me? The ego cries out— Mysterious being, why have you chosen me? The shadow does not regard my rumination; perhaps the ego clouds my vision. You are not the right one— a dark whisper in the night, disemboweling me upon its utterance. As easily as the shadow entered, the shadow departs. I am frozen in place, frozen in time, watching it disappear into the abyss which has eaten up my hallway. I am empty, cold, alone in myself. Perhaps the shadow took what it wanted.
Time marches on— dignified. The universe creates seemingly at random— ambivalent. I hold an entire universe inside me; only I create at will. I feel the earth shake between my legs, and the storm brewing inside my mind reminds me— I am my own god.
NO ONE
SOMEONE ANYONE
EVERYONE
