Inspired

That is what this moment is. Not of a grand scale. No - not something that's akin to the coming of the lord or his saviour or even his dog - Holy Fluff. More so ... I felt inspired to be here at this moment, typing these words. For necessity. For the id that wishes to be and not be referred to any other, more emotionally loaded name.

On Sunday, I awoke in the middle of a desert. In a glorious valley, surrounded by rock formations that reached the skies and stretched further still - so much so that the heavens had to give way to their solid majesty. I rose out of my tent like out of a cocoon. Stumbling out, the light too bright upon my half-asleep eyes. There was a moment of utter confusion as I took the world in, with a glance, a sniff and cautious ears scanning the world around me. And then I realized that all was well. I was alone. The world still slept. Calmly and peacefully, it did not emerge from its slumber as I had. Standing in the middle of the road, I watched and waited patiently as slowly did the rest of the world awake. As the caterpillars made their way from the collective shells they had crafted for themselves.

I had faced fear. Not at that moment, but before - and that feeling remained. I was empowered like never before. It shall hopefully live on in my mind - a constant reminder of complete satisfaction and an unwavering knowledge of my goals. I feel trepidation as the moment sinks further into the past - as I consider these goals. I fear the failure that may surely follow. Even though its success and failure is not entirely in my hands, I wonder and I stutter. But I will proceed. The wheels must be set in motion and I must face this as I did fear's other form. The id will have its way and will suffer the consequences that follow, for better or for worse.

I've said this before. In my head and in other speeches uttered since the event. Partly because I must remind myself of these thoughts. Partly because the revelation must be shared. No. It's because I must not forget. So that I remember and do not lose focus. Am I that scared? Perhaps I am.

Down in Tokyo, near Ginza, well in Ginza, I suppose, there was a movie theater located in a massive skyscraper - I think it was the 7th floor. The theater itself presented nothing spectacular to me. Nor was the building. Just that it was interesting. To get up to the cinema, one had to take a specific elevator within the myriad selection of conveyances to take one up towards the upper reaches of the structure. Failing that, the person wishing to make it to the cinema would have to follow a complicated and vertigo-inducing path of staircases and escalators leading up and down in seemingly equal measures, no matter the overall change in height. It was an interesting experience, to say the least.

I must depart. This delay in travelling to the dreaming will be regrettable when I wake tomorrow and plot the course of the day that follows. But I shall keep my goal in mind and continually move forward as I must. To evolve is the only way.

Till this strain of cupidity drowns me in its murky depths.