I drag my myth around with me.
(Orson Wells)
Nothing about us is real.
We are a myth.
She has always been one.
I am that I am.
And together, we shall always be one.
Together we are nothing, but mythical creatures.
Created to be who we are, without doing, but merely being.
The reality is not what it seems, it has never been and shall never be.
It escapes any rational understanding, because it is not from this realm.
That within is and shall always be.
Helas, there are times when we want to be the person we believed and dreamed we were.
But that person does not exist.
We cannot be the myth we truly are, if we try to be the mortal person we believed we were.
It may be overwhelming.
To free ourselves from the person we believed we were, we must become the human being we are.
Everything that is may appear to be a myth, until you pierce the veil, you cross the mirror.
Looking at your reflection, you see the person.
The myth is on the other side.
The myth is only seen without the eyes.
The myth is only heard by those who have ears to listen.
The myth is only seen when you cross to the other side.
We may feel it on this side.
We may follow it from this side.
We may experience it on this side.
It always comes from within.
I always knew we were not from this world.
And now I am certain.
Nothing makes sense, because it does not have to.
It never has and never will.
Because we now know that we are our own myths.
We always have been.
We are
We shall always be.
We are MYTHS.
Yo lo Creo/
I believe so, and so it is
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