I am what I imagine. I am not three-dimensional, but ten, twelve, virtually uncountably dimensional. I am spiritual until I am sacred. I am loving and tender, callous, even sadistic. I'm courageous, then cowardly. At times I am cool and cautious, then impulsive and rash. I am ruthless and compassionate, proud and self-satisfying, witty and sad, weary and dynamic, lucid and confused, sane and insane. I am an innocent worldliness, a worldly innocence, a living contradiction of almost any human qualities I could imagine