Battle? Sometimes I feel free. Sometimes I feel that in my flaws and addiction, I am truly human. The words of an addict.
It means nothing- the intelligence, divinity and capacity to be vulnerable and over come that vulnerability... Addiction.
I no longer question the who, where, how, what, why... am I... I find myself lost and found. To experience the divine, I must perhaps fall. If the divinity is within me, my plummet will take me endlessly to and from my fellows and my deities. I know nothing, and perhaps, I've got it all figured out.
Time, humility, resurrection... will perhaps tell. I am there and no where.
