The Eighth Self
Soon after I left my seven selves on the shores of the humming seven seas .... a long trip in my otherness ..... mine and mine only .... a pledge or a promise ..... a long lapse of reason ..... induced reason ...... "you're alone" ...... I fed my very self with this ....... the sun sank in Tuonela and the horizon was soon in seas of amber before my mind's eye and it was filled with content of my bosom's core ...... my heart poured out all the words I wanted to hear and I fed my own mind with darkness in my heart ...... I've found the virtue I lacked in my years of self deceit ...... "you're alone" ...... "you're quiet" he said ..... "but I can see something else in your eyes" ...... True my new fellow ...... for my kind cannot stand a chance against the malice left behind by you creators ...... the art of lying with reminiscence..... the art of mayhem ...... I was welcomed to my own Tuonela ..... Throughout the years of writing this manuscript that will once be revealed in a world where I am deity itself I have never had my mind's eye open wide as it is now .... All deities were alone ..... and along the way to the eighth self at the gates of Tuonela I've learnt I should lose human to deity as I lost beast to human at the gates of unchained perception ....... I've waited long enough but in this yonder world there is nothing to wait for ...... waiting is what we do on a way from being to nothingness ..... and my eighth self is far beyond nothingness and long gone from the conditional being that has always been associated with a sense of otherness and was never as self evident as nothingness itself.
