Oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying..

I passed through the flames and rose from the ashes, again. I've never been one to put much weight into the idea of a higher power, but if I didn't know better I'd have to believe that some force out there wants me to keep doing what I'm doing. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like for everything inside me that's denied and unknown to be revealed. Not long ago I had a dream that people could see me for what I am, and for a brief instant in time, the world actually saw my bodies of work. Some even cheered. But as it turns out, nobody mourns the wicked.

The code is mine now, and mine alone. So too are the relationships I cultivate. They're not just disguises anymore. I need them, even if they make me vulnerable. He might not approve, but I'm no longer his disciple. I'm a master now, an idea transcended into life. And so this is my new path, which is a lot like the old one, only mine. To stay on that path, I need to work harder, explore new rituals, evolve. Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone?

Jump and touch the sky!

You've got one life, live it, love it. Follow your dreams. This is your time, this is your life.