I am a ghost. I am a mirror. I am whatever you need me to be. Whatever you look for, that is what I am. Who I am. I am the furniture of a hundred people's homes, different in every iteration. I am a phantom, morphed into a new shape in every eye that beholds me. Look for me tomorrow, and you will find me transparent. Transformed. Melting through your things. Blown here and there by the winds of your fancy. I am whatever you need. And, when unneeded, you won't find me at all, will you?
I am natural phenomenon, like a storm or light breeze or lightning bolt. An event, moving things about. A fountain of molecules. A thing that is happening as a result of a toppling of dominoes, cause and effect, stretching back to the dawn of time. A continuation of the explosion that started and continues and will someday stop. I began; there is no one to blame. Warm air from the gulf collided with a cold front sweeping over the mountains, generating an updraft, moving moisture, forming rain drops that are falling, falling, falling.
This is what began the event that is Me, and that is what will end Me. Death by Natural Causes.
I am natural phenomenon, like a storm or light breeze or lightning bolt. An event, moving things about. A fountain of molecules. A thing that is happening as a result of a toppling of dominoes, cause and effect, stretching back to the dawn of time. A continuation of the explosion that started and continues and will someday stop. I began; there is no one to blame. Warm air from the gulf collided with a cold front sweeping over the mountains, generating an updraft, moving moisture, forming rain drops that are falling, falling, falling.
This is what began the event that is Me, and that is what will end Me. Death by Natural Causes.
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