I am who I say I am, if I is a concept in which the concept of I is allowed to take precedence. Given that I am a mind--or in this case I will refer to myself as a spirit--I am who I am given to be. I am bred of a certain concept, meant to lay my foundation. If this sounds complex, let me put it in simpler terms: Destiny is the cradle of the story teller's arc. There are two types of stories in the broadest sense: Those of character, and those of plot. If you view yourself as a concept in a story, then it cannot be that life is about people, but rather about the weaving story they tell. As we move through time, it is as if a twine follows behind us, wrapping itself around the Earth, netting a place and a plan which can be traversed within the clambering chains of memory. I am not a person to whom a life must unfold. I am a needle followed by the threads of story, pricking the Earth and laying down my life. And even if my story is forgotten, or invisible within the thick of the weave, the weave must be built around me, and so in some way my spirit will influence the sleeve over the arm of God.
I am a pricking pin in a sea of pricks and pinheads.
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