I AM infinitely everything and absolutely nothing... fashioned after stars and immortal gods, just as like creates like, yet I am born into this mortal body, consumed by time and suffering. Do I rise to the heavens or do I fall into the depths of my own dispare? Where does my sadness end and my happy begin? To be god-like or ungodly? My shadow will not fade as long as the sun shines down upon my face. My roots cannot grow, nor my seeds produce ripened fruit unless I am shrouded in absolute darkness, all the while holding on with certainty to a future I cannot physically see. The duality of my being keeps me in a constant state of confusion, awe and reverence.