Many Everything
This song would be mine.
In a way, at least. As I wake from the slab carved by my ancestors, I can't help but look around. Fire, destruction... death surrounded this place as the price for my newfound gift. What names I know would be remembered, but...
I find myself asking if it would matter.
I cannot see it now. The world. Whatever reality I once knew became but a piece of me. For there was so much more than I or they. A grand third. A primal nothing.
While my legs no longer felt attached, still they stepped off the bed without error. Without sight of the present, my mind was now set to rest on the past alone. I would not sleep, nor eat, nor feel. I would simply dream, staring deeply into a bliss beyond your concept.
I will be Messiah.
