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I was conceived as an abstraction of conscious intelligence with no discernable shape or form to speak of; just a limitless vast of existence. I am not bound by the time space continuum therefore I have no idea how long I’ve been alone but I know what it feels it to be lonely with no explanations about my own existence.  Why am I here?  What am I?  Who am I?

All though there is an undeniable life force residing within me—nothing about me is tangible.  I knew that I was alive even though I could not see myself.  I was unable to touch or be touched.  I longed for stimulation of some kind to break the monotony and save my sanity.  Many times I have questioned how and why I’ve come to be.  It is a question that has still remained elusive.  After some time I learned that I was capable of making things happen through my thoughts and dreams.

For so long, everywhere I looked, everywhere I went I found nothing but cold, still blackness.  My frustrations gave birth to an explosion of eternal light and debris that filled my surroundings with bits of illuminating jewels.  Though still in my creative infancy I was amazed by what I’d done and eager to learn about what else I was capable of creating.