LIGHT!  WHERE ART THOU? 

WAKING AS IF FROM A LONG NIGHTMARE THE SUN SHINES IN MY EYES AND I AM ALIVE AND WELL AND WEARING RED CAP AND GOWN AND KNOW THAT I AM NOT SURROUNDED IN DARKNESS ANY LONGER.  IT IS AS THOUGH A GREAT WEIGHT HAS BEEN LIFTED AND I AM PRACTICALLY FLOATING ON AIR SO LIGHT, SO CAREFREE.  BIRDS SING AND BUGS BUZZ AND I AM HERE AND I AM HAPPY AND IT IS AS THOUGH TIME HAS STOOD STILL AND IS NOW FINALLY MOVING WITH A NEW NOISE - LIKE THE NOISE OF A RUSTY CRANK THAT ONCE STUCK HAS BEGUN TO CREAK INTO MOTION ONCE AGAIN.  THE PENDULUM SWAYS THE HOURS TICK AWAY THE SECOND HAND FLIES AND ALL IS RIGHT AND GOOD AND DECENT IN THE WORLD. 

I AM ALONE IN THE WORLD.  I HAVE CHOSEN TO BE UNTIL I CAN DECIPHER WHO I AM AND WHAT MY PURPOSE IS.  IT IS AS THOUGH I AM PART OF A WHOLE THAT IS GREATER THAN ANYTHING I CAN IMAGINE.  IS MY CREATURE A GOD AND AM I IN SOME WAY GOD-LIKE?

 IT OCCURS TO ME THAT EVERYTHING IS SIDEWAYS.  AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS MY EYES GROGGY WITH SLEEP PLAYING TRICKS ON ME.  NO.  EVERYTHING IS SIDEWAYS.  PRACTICALLY HORIZONTAL.  I DO BELIEVE THAT THIS IS A PROBLEM.  THE WHOLE WORLD HAS GONE TOPSY TURVY.  BUT AS I LOOK AND SEE THAT EVERYONE IS SIDEWAYS I HAVE TO QUESTION WHETHER THEY ARE OFF OR I AM.  PERHAPS I AM THE ONLY THING THAT IS AMISS.  AH, WAIT; I HAVE YET TO GET OUT OF BED.  MY TIRED BRAIN PLAYS TRICKS.  CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I WAS PANICKING FOR NO GOOD REASON AGAIN WHILE IN THE SUNSHINE. 

FOOD IS SO BASE A NEED; PERHAPS I WILL FORGO EATING.  MAYBE THIS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS?  I AM ALREADY IN A SPOTLESS HOUSE - CLEANLINESS AND LACK OF FOOD - DOES IT GET MUCH BETTER?  OTHER FUNCTIONS WILL HAVE TO CEASE SINCE I WILL NO LONGER BE ENJOYING FOOD.  ALTHOUGH, IF THE GREEKS WERE RIGHT, FOOD DOES FIGURE INTO THE DIET OF THE GODS - AMBROSIA WAS THE FOOD OF CHOICE.  PERHAPS I WILL LEARN FROM ANCIENT TEXTS WHAT AMBROSIA IS AND THAT IS WHAT I SHALL SUBSIST ON.  GENIUS! 

THE TENT IS WAVERING IN THE WIND - SOON IT WILL BE WHIPPING AND THE STAKES I DROVE INTO THE GROUND WILL FREE THEMSELVES.  THE TENT WILL BE AIRBORNE AND PERHAPS I WILL GO WITH IT.  I HAVE TRIED SUBSISTING ON THE LAND TO GET TO KNOW ALL THE CREATURES THAT LIVE HERE.  I HAVE WATCHED ALL OF THEIR DAILY ACTIVITIES AND I HAVE TO SAY I FEEL THEM TO BE KIN.  I DO NOT FEEL ABOVE ANY OF THEM.  PERHAPS I AM NOT A GOD BUT A CHILD?  I WONDER IF ANY OF THEM HAS DONE THE UNTHINKABLE AS I?  DID THEY CREATE SOMETHING FROM WHICH THERE IS NO RETURN?  DID THEY CREATE AN UNNAMED BEAST HELL BENT ON THEIR DESTRUCTION?  YOUR DESTRUCTION?  IF THEY DID, HOW CAN THEY CONTINUE TO GO ON WITH THEIR WORK WITHOUT THE WEIGHT OF THEIR ACTIONS PARALYZING ALL THOUGHTS?  I NEED TO LEARN THEIR SECRET. 

THE TENT HAS LET GO AND I AM CATAPULTED THROUGH THE AIR TENT AND ALL.  I FEEL LIKE ALADDIN - NO THOUGHTS OF DANGER TO HOLD ME BACK FROM MY MAGIC CARPET EXPERIENCE. I WONDER WHAT TYPE OF MIND ALTERING DRUG ALADDIN TOOK.  WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU THINK YOU WERE ON A FLYING CARPET? 

I TRIED MIND ALTERING DRUGS ONCE.  MAYBE THAT IS WHAT MY DARKNESS IS.  MAYBE I GOT CAUGHT UP IN A FRENZY AND HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO REMOVE MYSELF.  MY CONSCIOUS MIND FIGHTS TO THE SURFACE AND THE DRUGS PUSH IT DOWN - MAYBE THIS IS A FIGHT FOR MY LIFE - AND IF IT IS SHOULD I LET THE CREATION LIVE OR DIE?  IS HE ME AND THAT IS WHY WE ARE CONNECTED OR IS HE THE DRUG INDUCED COMA THAT I SEEM TRAPPED IN? 

MY MIND IS RACING IN A THOUSAND DIRECTIONS AS I AM RIDING THE ARABIAN STEED.  HE IS JET BLACK AND WE ARE BARRELING DOWN THE FIELD.  HIS HOOVES ARE NOTHING BUT FLASHES AND BLURS.  HIS DEMEANOR IS WILD AS THOUGH HE IS WORKED UP INTO SOME SORT OF FRENZY.  HE JUST KEEPS RUNNING STRAIGHT IN A PERFECT CANTOR UNTIL WE REACH THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF.  HE JUMPS AND DIVES LIKE A LEMMING INTO THE WATERS BELOW DESTINED TO DIE.  I LEAP FROM HIS BACK AND ATTEMPT TO SAVE MYSELF.  REALIZING THAT A FIRM TUG OF THE REINS COULD HAVE SAVED US BOTH AND REGRETTING THAT I LET SUCH A GORGEOUS CREATURE GO IN ORDER TO SAVE MYSELF AND AS I AM TUMBLING IN THE AIR I SEE THAT HE SURVIVED AND IS SWIMMING IN THE PRISTINE WATERS AS I TUMBLE HELPLESSLY DOWN BREAKING BONES AND DAMAGING MYSELF IN MY ATTEMPT AT SALVATION. 

PERHAPS I AM DESTINED TO DESTROY MYSELF.  PERHAPS IT IS THE FEAR OF DYING THAT IS HOLDING ME HOSTAGE AND MAKING MY BONES GROW BRITTLE AND OLD AND IF I JUST ACCEPTED MY FATE I WOULD LIVE A GOOD LONG LIFE AND NOT WORRY ABOUT SUCH GRIPPING FEARS AS THE UNNAMED BUT EVER PRESENT ONES THAT TORMENT ME.