Action determines opposition.

Dryness, stiffness, aging. Yet each step away from that self-image renews my interior freedom and youth. And, that shell is being overgrown by a new type of power i'm beginning to recognize.

I have everything in me. I can be a protector, a violator, a conqueror, a peacemaker, a liar, a truth-teller, a child, a god -- dependent on context and desire, and often simultaneously. My limits are other than my mind grasps.

Maybe i'm here randomly. Maybe i'm here with a purpose. Maybe i'm here because i chose to be. I'm pretty certain i shouldn't count on ever knowing.