Inquisition

Unlimited realities in existence. Minds that are enlightened exist parallell to those that are not. How can this be? How is it that a product of two that are shut so tightly can be so open, so in tune. They are static, she has reception. Still a little fuzzy, but she can hear the tune, understand the lyrics, feel the rhythm pulsating throughout her being. From whence did her Spirit come? They gave her a body, a house for her soul. They gave her eyes as blue and as cold as glaciers. They gave her chestnut hair that flows like silk. They gave her milky skin that refuses to tan. They gave her high blood pressure, and a predisposition to cancer. But did they give her life? Did they place the soul behind those galciers in the sky? Are they capable? An unbelievable concept. Who she is came from Someone else, Somewhere else. Somewhere higher. "Who the fuck am I?" she screams into the Void. Her voice echoes into eternity. Waves of sound that will travel forever with nothing to bounce off of, seemingly never to return with an answer. They owe her nothing. No one does. A hard pill for her to swallow. Self suffinciency is alien to her. And so starts chapter one. Comatose for 26 years, she opens her eyes now to a world she thought was a dream. The past quarter century has been simply a prolouge. Now the book can begin. Each page unfolding moment by moment, the words appearing as if magic on parchment that is blank and clean. She is writing the story and they are no longer guiding the pen. For so long thier style of wiriting was all that she knew. She was never satisfied though. A hint of something more always permeated throughout her being. She is more now than they will ever be. Perhaps that is why they resent her so. She is just beginning to feast on that which they will never taste. And just where did he come from? This tattered angel, this perfectly jaded paradigm that awakened her from lethargy. All the things he is teaching her, she is not learning, more like remembering. A season, a lifetime, a moment or a series thereof. It matters not the time span he is meant to be with her, he will linger in her soul for eternity. And with him, eternity doesnt seem sufficient. Infinity is not long enough. In his absence, she aches for the rest of her. Somehow it aways comes back to him. But it was he who opened her eyes to the path of self discovery. It was he who gave her a taste of something more, something she can not cease to pursue until she is satisfied. It was he who showed her how to look for herself. For that she is eternally in debt to this Soul. For that alone she would love him for eternity. But the reasons for her undying love are limitless. Everything in her life has seemingly led up to this series of moments. And everything in her life is still leading up to the next series of moments. But that is the way with life I suppose. One instant leading to the next, ever changing, ever growing, ever expanding, never ending, never beginning. Constant but fluctuating simultaneously. Repetitive yet insanely unpredictable. Fear born from love, from not knowing. Fear and love are really all that exist. Fear and love and raw energy that is attracted magnetically to one or the other, or both. Would she give up the ability to feel profound love in order to never feel soul gripping fear? Does she pity their ignorance, or envy it? Will he stay forever? If he doesnt, can she continue to exist? What is to happen next? And if she knew the answers would she regret the inquisition?