Who am I? My god, fuck if I know. Life, with all her whims, weaves me together and unravels me as I go. I rediscover and reinvent myself from one dawn to the next. I die as I fall into sleep and never wake up quite the same. I am creation in motion, a breathing, beating, perpetually changing, ever-growing being-ness.
I am nothing.
But wait, I am everything too. I am you. Her. Him. I am good and I am evil, Goddess and Temptress housed in the same temple. I am one possibility of a thousand perfectly imperfect choices. I am the saddest song your ears could hear; I am a dance so magical you can't help the flow of tears. A tragedy. A triumph. A rosy wisp of air caught under your nose on an Autumn afternoon. A Winter's fire breathing steadily beneath your weary, wind-torn hands. I am whatever the fuck I feel like, ok? At least, I think so, and yet I readily admit that I really don't know. But it's all just a trick, you see, a simple sleight of hand. We pretend to forget, we pretend not to know, we pretend that we create that which we already are, for being god is lonely, a constant confinement, and why box yourself into a three letter word when you can just as easily become everything?
I am that, I am.
God? Yes, of course. Don't worry, darling, so are you.
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