βYou smell of fire and sun... the energy you give off reminds me of home. Back before it became dust and sand, and before it was reborn, that is... What are you?β
βWhat am I?β He wanted to retort quickly, pushing the burden of the question back on whatever approached him. He couldnβt begin to comment on the otherβs spirit, let alone put it as the other did. The poignant nature of it all was lost on him as he took a defensive posture, βI am just a man, sharing a mortal body with... something else.β
He frowned. How best to explain it without dogma? Perhaps that wasnβt possible. Perhaps he owed no explanation. He spoke on regardless, βSomething greater than me, older than all of us. It is life, unconcerned with any opinion. Perhaps you stand here because of it, or in spite of it. What would you say to that?β








