I stood today in an open field, a ring of clouds around the horizon and clear crystal blue skies above my head. I laid back in this tall grass and closed my eyes, master of this world. Emperor in this moment.

Take my hand, hold it firm, grasp it tight. I am leaving, on a journey. A journey millions of miles into the distance, upon distant lands to see beauties and horrors which the mind cannot even imagine. I shall step up to the great door of change and let my presence be known, not by knocking, but by strength alone.

I shall roam millions of miles, yet not take a step from this very chair, for in my hand lays the key to my destiny. The only requirement is that I grasp it, and look inward, in a spiral so far inside of me, it has never been seen.

I ask of you, be my sword. Be my shield. as I become a true memory of myself.

Be my guide, leading the blind. Hear the darkness from behind this voice, even if choking back tears. Be a follower when I must take a leap of faith. And be a friend by helping me up when I stumble.

In one hand, I hold the strings which weave reality. Strings of which are woven into the very pattern of eternity. In my other hand lays a small orb. Inside the orb lays the burning furnace inside of my heart, inside of my soul. A burning which consumes me, comforts me, and guides me.

I stand before you, before all people, and spread my arms wide. I spread them wide and let my voice boom over the world with simple yet heart-felt words. 'I am you!' I scream, 'I am part of all. All that there is, was, or ever will be!'

With a twitch of a finger, worlds are made, treaties constructed, people united, disasters stalled, and hearts minded.

With a dramatic gesture, explosions are caused, worlds sundered, hearts broken, and the world cast into chaos!

I breath in the world, inhale the morning mists. Drink the oceans and nip the clouds. I eat the plains and swallow the earth. I spread large and powerful until my hands reach from star to star. From my lips burst a thunderous roar, shattering the tranquility of the universe.

I open my eyes slowly, as if from a dream... Was I dreaming? Shaking my weary head I return to being a mote, a tiny tiny little thing among the grass, waiting to explore.. find.. and return anew.

Everyday is a journey to dream-like worlds where nobody else can see what happens. A magical world for you and you alone. Come with me, see these worlds.. and bask in the beauty.