well my silence and my words dont reach as many as should be reached, for about 6 billion are reached with emptiness, rather than fulfillment; its no wonder they cant understand, because theyre empty and im full; if they could simply let that emptiness go and recieve fulfillment, then they could learn to talk and understand...and no one wanting to hear me doesnt make me empty, it makes me even more fulfilled, fulfilled with the knowledge that there emptiness and with their closed doors, that they can never recieve fulfilling from me or anything else. My doors have always been opened and i have always been filled up, but it is because i have been deemed a dying human with demonic covering, and my lair is enshrouded in dimensionless areas where humans cannot yet travel....and that is the whole conundrum of it all, they cant make it into my area or theyd die, only those who have reached the bottomless pit of hell and the heights of the heavens and the core of the earth in all of their qualities, be it fire or liquid bliss or neutrality, could ever walk through my doors and out of them while becoming something that they were not upon entering me. And i am not one who will put his ladle upon boasting, but your mind and your heart and your belly desires the soup that is on my ladle, so i spill out to you and feed you, and no other words could taste as good as these; and as you swallow and digest them, you will grow to learn and learn to grow; and as you do you will become more of me, and i will become like you; because we are both of the same substance, now all you need to do is let me visit your lair, allow me to taste your spaciously delectable dinner that resides on the large table that is your heart and the beautiful dish that is your mind Laheba. I write this for you. Because i know that you can make it, and that you are below me at my mid point and above me all the same; and your plane is my plane, so sit on it with me and exist with me; together. We are all on the same level like the winds and like energy in this cosmos, ever ascending and descending; oh but yes, it all exists together. And so will we.
" Yes, i will admit it myself, with all masks ripped off: Daegonius is a master writer."
