It is always dropping hints to the observant.
The interface of the inner and outer~
For I am
God remembering
himself humbly, in this vessel
that is I.
Under a spell, in a simulation,
living out this existence
like a grand piece
of multidimensional art.
Meanings branching out of meaning,
all of which I create.
My creations invoke ripples
in this one scheme
of Being.
Why now, I know not,
it calls me to summon
magic.
Transforming the Darkness 