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You ask me, "What are you?"

Do not trouble yourself with such questions. I am all. I am none. I am the one brought about to call about Judgement Day, the child of the Holy Ones. Do not trouble yourself with deciphering my appearance. I am here, however, I cease to exist. My form is incomprehensible, and yet, I am what you make of me. You ask me if it is your day to be judged. I do not answer. I cannot answer. I cannot answer as I do not know, and yet, I know all. I know this. I know that I know all, I know that I cannot answer, I know that while although I cannot answer I know that I truly know the answer, and simply cannot tell you. I do not know your path. However, I know the path set for you. I know there is no path and I know the path is what you make of it. I know the path coincides with other paths and I know there is no path at all. No path is set. All paths are known. No paths are revealed. You ask me for the answer. You ask if you will find happiness, companionship, and love. Unfortunately, none of it matters. They are all simply ideas, constructs set to trouble you in your pathless path, up until your untimely death. And yet, they are everything. Your final end is determined by your pathless path, and yet, ceases to be final. Even so, during this life you seek this happiness, this companionship, and love. You ask yourself if you are happy, if you are loved. It is what you make of it. I know, and yet, I do not. Only you can know, and yet, others can tell if you do. And yet, you question, what of this life? How would I know of your death? I know when you will die, and how you will die a thousand times. And yet, I know nothing. I know not of your demise. Even still, I know. Impossible, you may exclaim. And yet, it is true. You ask of what I mean by a thousand times. I lie. It is infinite. All is infinite. While you may eat a steak and it will be gone, it is not gone forever. Before this, it was a cow. After, it has become a part of you. You are the cow. A wonderful thing. You were the cow once before, and you are destined to be once more. How many times have you woken up? How many times have you slept? Never, and yet, over a billion times. You look at the ground. You see a worm. You are the worm. You were once the worm and you are destined to become the worm once again. You do not remember, and yet, all is clear. The taste of the dirt, the feel of the earth. It is all so familiar, yet unfamiliar all the same. You look to the trees. There is a bird and their hatchlings. You are the bird. You were the bird, and you will be once again. You are also their children, and you will be once again, one at a time. You do not remember, and yet, it is all so clear. The feeling of the wind beneath your wings, the taste of the worm. The worm. You were once the worm, and you will be once again some day. Thus is infinity. You look to the skies. You see the stars. You were once the stars, and you are destined to, once day, be of the stars once more. You. You are you, and you are destined to take this form once again, destined to relive this life. For you are all. You are the one of your own Judgement. You look in the mirror. It's me, isn't it? I was you all along. I am you and was you, and destined to be you again. You are me, and once was me, and destined to be me once more. This will occur for all of time, and lack of time. In truth, although truth is what one makes of it, is that you are the master of your own destiny. As you call about your own Judgement Day, you must look inside yourself. Are you who you wish to be?

You ask yourself, "What am I?"

You are you. You are all. You are the child of the Holy Ones, the one destined to bring about Judgement day. You are the worm, and you are the bird. You are of the stars. You are infinity, set about on a pathless path forged by the choices you make, over and over. You are me. You are a friend, and you are loved.

You question what to make of this life, if you are infinite, and thus this life does not matter in the grand scheme of all. I tell you the answer: Each and every life is what you make of it. You are the one to judge in the end. Make life what you wish for it to be.

I ask you, "What are you?"


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