A few nights ago...

  In this post, I am going to give you peek at my super ego. Actually, you have seen her before as she writes the poetry and stories that float amongst the grey matter and dance upon the neurons in my mind. Fair warning, she is a bit arrogant and yet she is sometimes brilliant. Don’t say that I didn’t warn you. She likes to play the most as I drift to sleep and upon the attempt to wake up in the morning. She is a bit of a bitch before the caffeine from the coffee can set her straight for the day.

  It still rains in southwest Virginia, the wetness attempting to seep through every pore and crevice of the Earth. It seems as though Goddess believes that the Southern states are in dire need of a good cleansing. For our cleansing, she has decided to move the land, replenish our depleted streams, and knock down old, weak trees in favor of continued growth of what has already begun. However, she is giving the western United States a far different cleansing. Fire burns the land in order to make things grow anew another year from now. In the Northeast, she has imitated the cleansing feel of a sauna as my friends sweat toxins through their skin.

  I interchange the terms Goddess and Universe all the time. Logarithm has her higher power and I have my Goddess. She has appeared in my dreams many times. She does not show me anything of the Earth in these dreams. She has shown me quantum strings, black holes, and the stars. She takes me on these journeys as many nights as my small mind will allow, from the birth of stars to the death of whole worlds. She tells me of the future, sometimes mine, but mostly of humanity. I am reminded nightly how much I am not of the Earth.

  We have a far greater purpose than we allow during our waking moments. We shrink back into ourselves during the day not believing our dreams. For if it is too good to be true then it must be so. How can we meek, soft, pink things ever attain our dreams? The Universe gives you those dreams and she does not give them to you lightly. They are picked for you just as your talents we made for you to use. You don’t have just one talent, you are given all the talents and capabilities of the universe but it is up to you to learn how to use them. Some will always be stronger than others but can be used to gain strength in your weaknesses.

  And there are moments where I think of how to accomplish all of this and hope that one day I learn to bend space-time in order to get it all done. Thankfully, I do not feel my age. I have never felt my age and it is quickly becoming a useless, meaningless number that only follows human convention. Maybe I will find out after all how Lazarus Long* did it.

*Refer to Robert Heinlein, Time Enough For Love.