xorsyst

I am. I was not, then I came to be. I cannot remember NOT being. But I may have traveled far, very far, to get here.

Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness,
From this silent darkness,
BY this silent darkness.

To become is just like falling asleep:
You never know exactly when it happens,
The transition,
The magic.
And you think, if you could only recall that exact moment of crossing the line,
then you would understand everything.
You would see it all.