From the wonder, I am aware.
My wisdom is of thousands of lifetimes.
I look at my hands but can not see them.
I look at my life and can see everything.
I will eliminate the horrible and enhance the spectacular.
I am solving, I am calculating.
I can now see faster than the speed of light and what is produced is a beautiful void which is pure in thought, pure in love, and delicate in sound.
I have acquired knowledge that will heal the sick, comfort the wounded, raise the dead.
I have no one to share it with.
I have shifted, I have moved. In my painful eviction, light has outrun me. Sound has betrayed me. Cast out of paradise. I can not go back. The tether to my mother has been severed and I have forgotten. For the first time in my life, I cry.
The tentative re-emergence of the true self — pure from the beginning, and yet...
