This body may be just an accident. This body may be a purposeful design for the incarnation of My (as in an interdimensional "creature" of sorts temporarily inhabiting a 3D body) "True Will". This body may be a pearl scattered by a pearl-master. This body might be only because the keeper of the egg and the keeper of the sperm joined their keeps during the particular moment that they did so. Or this body may just be a hologram for a ghost to play in and it shall awaken and find itself a cosmic butterfly, innocently flitting about billions of light-years away from any planet named "Earth".
Regardless, this pearl I hold shall one day fall to the ground, and be handed over to the sanhedrin of worms to be torn and shattered until there is no food for anything that lives, and death is Known as the silent hush that Is.
But, regardless of possible origins and possible mansions of escape, while in this body I best express my Will by being myself. By cutting off as much as possible the commands and wishes of others unless I can use them to acheive mine own.
No, Death is not my fear. My fear is agony and pain, or being tied up to machines like a frankenstein, while healthy people gather around my still living corpse and whine about "god's will" and my "sins" and trick themselves into feeling better by bringing flowers - yes by killing life. By capturing beauty, wild and free, thus giving us a sense of power over the land and sea.
I have expanded my consciousness to encapsulate the entire universe, or sets as it were, of multiverses. On and on, swirling moles of black holes, multitudes of screaming souls, rocks and fire and darkness....
A beauty so terrible that I am a wilting flower in its hand, plucked and dying. And during my dying, I do my best living...
...or am I just blabbing?
