And for what it is worth: I am the soul of the world. I am the essence of this thing.
And I hesitate to call it this grand thing. It is more and less than grand.
I am everything and everyone and nothing and no one. A fool. A damned fool.
There was a person who was neither a man nor a boy and who didn’t possess a hateful cell in his entire body, but who was deathly afraid of almost everything, and so hated not himself but the invisible forces inside of him that made him feel trapped within his mind. There was a seeming lack of connection between his mind and body, and as a physical…
In a world beyond this world, he sits waiting, a thief in the night, a thirst unquenchable, wondering how he came to be; It came to me one afternoon when all was still and nothing moved but the wind in the trees and the light on the grass, and my mind felt peace for once, sitting there on a park bench, before the sky fell.