Dark Place

Will you go to that dark place?

Don't you think it it is finally time? Within whose life would you prefer to dwell, the one I created for you after millennia of your insufferable begging, or within the life of another? It could have been anyone else, anywhere else, any other time; it need not have been you upon whom the the blessings of life had been bestowed, let alone this generous one. I pulled you from the peaceful pause of inexistense where all things are known save pleasure and pain that you might come back to me a God. I placed you in a healthy womb that you might leave leave it in search for light. I ask you now if you will accept rebirth, if you will once again spring forth from a dark place?

Will you go to that place where no other being can help you, where there is no life but your own? You know the place of which I speak, that place where all your fears dwell, that place where your only shield is your mind and the only sword the sum of its learnings. Can you not see that I have torn apart your life in hopes that you will no longer turn back? To what factions of your past do you owe this strain in your neck? I have shown you the worth of dedicating your life to an entity you were only introduced to by circumstance. I have shown you the value of countless hours dedicated to a task you were never asked to complete. I have shown you the value of sleepless nights; countless sunrises missed and as many sunsets suffered. What other obstacles must I remove for you to appreciate the massiveness of the world you have not journeyed. Would you need more time - I have granted it; less friends - only those who wish to see you will do so now; fewer distractions - never again will you confuse affection for passion, passion for love, love for need.

The stage is set, you may enter the dark place whenever you see fit to desire the light. That is what resides on the other side, the light of a new world, a world where change is more than gain or loss, where words and action are fused by desire, where joy is a subject not an object. You know where you are going and you know that place is not here. Your eyes have blinded you and so I ask you to rest them. You will not need them in the dark. Enter your mind, stay there until a window has opened, then climb towards the sun's warmth rather than its light. There you will find what you as yet have not. Go.