The Long Sought-After Way Towards The Unfathomable, Which We Call Divine

What's going on. It's been 700,000 years, are you ever going to tell me whats going on?

You wouldn't want to know. Knowing would destroy you. It is a **Great** burden. Great in the religious sense. Besides, it would ruin the whole adventure for you.

For me, personally-- or for the larger collective me? The human experience that I represent?

Ideally both. Certainly individually. But knowing what I intend for the collective you- The experience you represent- would mean telling you.

I guess so...

Plus, you haven't even made your mind up about how you feel about me.

No, I have! I love you more than anything! I love ***You***, who I could call Anything. You, who trapped me here- who set me like a spring. You, who is ultimately unknowable- in order to teach me about mystery. You, who is silent until I give You voice, who I beg to speak through me- my mouth, my body. You who I trust because there is nothing else to do, because trusting You sets the path of my life before my feet. You who I call Life, who I call The Path.

Oh, thank you darling.
But I was referring to the collective you (hehehe).
Still, you wouldn't be asking me what is going on if you weren't experiencing doubt. If the contradictions weren't tearing you apart.

Am I not meant to experience doubt? Was the world not constructed to lead me to intolerable contradictions and change? Was I not created to be wounded, astounded, and confused? Why give me senses to percieve a world that I can't accept, embrace, or understand? How can I have faith in anything when the only constant is change?
You, who I could call Change.




I, whose silence never breaks, except inside your mind.