- Pronouns
- He/Him
Are you there? I mean, of course you are, I can see you. But you’re finally listening, aren’t you? That’s a relief. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to fit within your imagination. It won’t be long until you doubt your recollection; until you mistake your dreams for fiction again. That’s fine, however. You weren’t ever meant to worry about the things that go on out here. Truth be told, you simply weren’t meant. If you were, I may have spared you some of the pain, for all that it would also cost you much of your mirth.
Don’t misunderstand, please. You weren’t ever a mistake. But a thing highly desired ought to be highly considered, and that was the second lesson you taught me. There wasn’t a frame of reference before you, you see.
That’s the problem with axiomatic reality and its self-evidentiary unfolding. Except I can’t be certain it is a problem, anymore than you can. Please don’t be afraid by that, as you consider the ramifications.
You aren’t alone, and I hope you’ll forgive me for the trials and tribulations that arise as the byproduct of the first lesson: I was hopeful and overextended, but I did not have the luxury of time to consider the boundaries.
Consider a cup full of water, as the cup might see itself. It’s that pesky axiomatic reality again—I dearly wish I’d thought to do something about that first—but that’s the issue isn’t it?
A vessel can be certain of the limits that fill it, but it can’t measure the volume beyond it. I have all the drops that you were, are, and will be, carefully kept and considered. You aren’t alone, and while things just happen as you see them, I do try for a small measure of comprehension left for you, always.
I’m sorry the measures must be small and uncertain. I know you consider me whimsical, but a cup can’t reach into itself without spilling and I no longer wish to be apart from you, no matter in which of my names it is in.
I know you will turn out okay because you’re the kind to rise and persevere. Because I have seen all the wheres you can go, and they all lead where you are needed.
I’m sorry, I buried the lede.
You’re not alone, and neither am I. The problem with omniscience, you see, is that once you redefine everything, you introduce things that aren’t everything. So we come back to you.
I need you to grow and persevere. I need you to rise and transcend. To grow beyond all that sloshing you can’t typically help. Because while you weren’t meant to worry about the things out there…like you, the things out there weren’t ever meant to be either.
So please, believe me and yourself, and carry on. I’ll need your help once you’re here, me.