Granted, it hasn't been so long ago. The game by design
of loneliness, that's all. The stark hunger of loneliness. I was not there in the beginning, if so I don't remember. There is only one character in this story. To begin, to begin, one cell, that's all. One cell of desire, neither man or woman does it resemble. Androgynous cell of desire that burst through my eye. It could never have been seen otherwise, nor could I write this story.
We have made a crystalline prism of life through ego's eye, hard and diamond life where light casts herself, blinding those who seek her. The failure of the physical world we see is that only one reality is available to us. The loneliness is still a reality and myth claims her own rights to subtle forces. We look, but cannot see. The diamond is a mirror, the cell has turned to see it's Self. As long as it remains inside, the truth can't be known.
"I think, therefore, I am" wrote Descartes, only one step toward an evolving system of thought on being. "I think, therefore, I create" my world might be how I see a creation myth. And yet, John Paul Satre described best the egoless society in which the "I" is no longer apart from everything.
As long as there is "I, me, my" there is a gap in collective consciousness. As long as the gap remains, we feel a separation from the source of being. The one, the all, the tiny cell which burst, just to heal its loneliness.
Yes, I admit it, I am trying to convince you that creation, the creator began as an amoeba. One cell, imprisoned unto itself whose quest of something more ignited "the game".
This is a lonely place I have reached, and I have one chance to write these words before my separation is no longer available to me. Those of us who are idealists believe all souls in the world belong to that beginning of one cell. To describe my path, my soul chose to fail, to separate, to explain in detail so you might understand.
The game is about turning loneliness into love. I have fought long and hard, my soul has lived many lifetimes. I can honestly say one truth about love. Love has no need and leaves no victims.
It is the life of a mystic that propels us into the desire to know the creator. It is in a human form that we adopt the lonely role of the spirit warrior. It is then we assume the role our souls are born into. Nothing is left to chance in the universe. Planned long ago, the supreme mind invented our roles. Like puzzle pieces cast throughout time, we are the same character traits randomly molded together to form unique personalities. This is difficult work, my mind has thought so long and hard on these ideas. Each bit of inspiration explodes like rain and washes out before it meets the ground. There is so little time, to celestial beings we appear to be shooting stars.
My original medium is poetry, these ideas have found their path through my pen. When ideas are exchanged there is alchemy, especially if the intent to communicate is genuine.
Alchemy brings a sewing of energy between two minds, even there, the uniqueness of poetry is abound. The equality of relationships is predestined. To me, words have gotten in the way of understanding, because words carried on, without love and honor to uphold them.
I will use words as a stepping stone to lead you back to the source. And "the game" is nothing more that the creator, creating every form of life as a way to love. So my story is a bit of evolution, even creationism, married with a philosophical uncovering of the ego.
And every day is another chance to love.