November 24, 2004

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of Love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”

“Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for Love is sufficient unto itself.”

-Kahlil Gibran

“Love the one your with”
-Crosby, Stills, and Nash

09:29:04

Can I be possessed?
From the moment I was issued a social security # after being born, throughout my life as a “working man” thus far, right up until I felt my first Great Heartache, and afterwards… The answer is a big, gloating YES.
I only briefly suggested the subtle Identity Crisis that can be associated with Love for many people, particularly the reluctant ones who aren’t Whole to begin with. Now, because of you, I’ve been asking myself “Have I ever been my OWN person?” Then I try not to get a grip on myself cuz that’s just what “I” would want. Always had a vagrant soul and I prefer to leave it that way.
(… we can even exist independently of one another… other tricks too… I’m right behind you…)
Shit. I Apologize.
Didn’t mean to plunge in like this. I’m eager for all this to be over too. But I did say “Till my bones are grit” or my own Fear of Love has been vanquished. Round 3 tends to be the knockout by this writing habit and the bell is ringing in my ears.
(…Silence flirts with disquiet…)
So what was I saying?
You know, before the commercial.
That’s right- Sensory Deprivation of the Soul and all that rot.
Maybe it would help if I explained I’m trying to look at Love as objectively as possible. I just can’t because I’m only 1 of Love’s many casualties. Thankfully I’m also Undead like Jesus and Elvis, an esteemed recipient of Love and it’s ability to resurrect. Yes, even the turtle you had when your were 5. Fun fact: Loving what has passed is a symptom of Necrophilia!
(…See Love Crime…)
Anyway, our objective viewpoint is somewhere along the lines of an anthropologist living waaaaaaay in the future (2052) in a society where everyone is biomechanical and has Emodulators with VERY technical emoticons and said scientist is looking back on Love like everyone just magicly “forgot how”, which I think is a highly plausible if we’re not careful. That’s how objective we’re trying to be.
Comprende? Vaminos…
What can you do? Is it inescapable? Are you so destitute?
We are Lovers.
Wandering, turbulent, sedentary, predictable. Frustrated and elated. Wanton and smothered.
We can’t help our Selves.
I, at least, would never villify any of you. Really don’t care how you express it. So long as you don’t feel you HAVE to for anyones sake other than your own.
Maybe we are vexed. Perhaps there is an itching obligation to the vast Necessity of Coupling reminiscent of lemmings, with heritage and lineage tumbling after. Still, passing on a name or at the biological minimum my genes seems a pretty half-assed mediocre tactic towards ensuring I’m never forgotten and have had the slightest influence on what our corporate gene pool later represents. All so when you envision your Self “passing away” you’ll glance over your shoulder, give a reassuring wink and say “I was Happy. I was Loved. I lived fully.”
Did you even fucking try?
Or did you panic?
Was isolation closing in while alienation was the hip new plague? Everyone pairing off leaving you alone on the dance floor. How about a Ho Down for swingers?
So newly instilled with self-loathing like Barishnakov playing an amputee, you abscond with the most “available” person you happen to share any semblance of a connection with- brand names, for instance- a simple decision, as hastily made as those who choose to worship the Local God, whichever is more omnipresent at the tyme. Whatever’s…. convenient.
And you live happily ever after.
Fucking right. You know better.
Love isn’t always selective, but it is fickle and requires inconceivable amounts of nourishment if you plan on keeping it strapped down in the basement.
(…if it doesn’t put the lotion on it’s skin…)
Just please don’t tell me you believed the advertisements for Unconditional Love, now weatherproof and with a lifetime warranty. That is what you say isn’t it? “Till Death do we part,” Omit the fine print and stipulations. Will you be taking a refund? Can people buy their way out of heartache?
Guess I’ll never know. Cuz I’ve always taken the bitter with the sweet and savored them as much as my senses allow. I like the taste of tears; my own and others’.

10:10:04

Okay. I’ve got to be honest with you. Obviously I’m beating around the bush. A lot.
I have no qualms with the rituals you perform, if it makes you feel more secure. I can understand why anyone would want to capture Love and make it their own and then, if they feel the need, to share it with everyone. Make it less transparent.
I’m just as guilty as the rest of you, except I’m not facetious enough to believe I could ever OWN Love rather than it occasionally owning me. Generally, I know how to tell when something has run it’s course. Unless I’m still overall dissatisfied and determined to “get mine”, whatever that may be. But since fulfillment is a very scarce thing for me I usually don’t drag things out more than necessary and call it what you will. I’m really not that particular… am I?
My expectations are a bit lofty for strangers, enemies, and friends alike, but I don’t think they’re unreasonable. All I ask is that they A) continue Being B) never restrict themselves and C) pursue their own prototypical utopia. All kinds. Oppressive, aggressive, passive, free. Selective and indifferent. Et Fucking Cetera.
Oh, and to Love, liberally, in the manner that seems most natural to you. Disregard everyone else. In what cases you find you’re incapable, then Hate. Explicitly. Purposely, with reason. Make it known as you insist on doing with Love. Just make it strikingly clear. We are a little slow on the uptake.
That said, I can now proudly say I would readily be there for ANY one of my friends “in sickness and health, richer or poorer, better or worse”. Don’t worry tho. It’s really not as bold of a statement as it may sound. You see, when you’ve never been intimate with someone you’re not really fragile with them. They may know you better than you know yourself but you still have the advantage because they have NOT tasted you. Which means they still don’t know you at all. You’ve never quite been… exposed.
Whether you admit it or not, learning the contours of your current Loved One’s body is the easiest way to map out their soul. Some of the more fortunate, it is said, the more transient Lovers, can actually see it, in flashes. Noting every little motor reflex, memorizing the scent, creating land marks between you to be revisited again and again. The sky keeps still, in waiting. Only the landscape changes. Every motion, telling. Every naked action in record.
And you resonate. Together.
(…over a continental divide…)
You find your islands aren’t so far a part after all. Paradise was never lost, but unfound. The ocean is now reassuring, comforting; not intimidating, uncertain and daunting. You could almost go for a swim, but now you don’t feel the need.
That is, until things get corrosive.
The fair conditions become less favorable.
Fault lines are cracking open.
There’s been a shift.
And Jealousy and Doubt are on a rampage like Godzilla and King Kong. Come on, you saw this coming. You were anxiously anticipating it as soon as you were falling in Love. There was Nothing you could do to prevent it. Right.
Right?
But hey, they’re the stars of the show. Let them waltz around and destroy everything you’ve built in this place that belongs to you and one Other. Didn’t you know? Your little Love story was just the preamble, the interlude to their inevitable, gratuitous parade of havoc and carelessness. That’s all you’re here for, to provide an intermission of hope and despair between theatrics, but never with any new material.
You set ‘em up. They knock ‘em down.
Don’t bother saving anyone except your Self and with luck you’ll outrun Mothra—Dissapointment.
What tyme couldn’t heal and patience refused to yield. The bitch of having Expectations, the taller the buildings…
(…Do they fall more gracefully in pairs…No man stands alone…)
Kinda makes ya wonder: Does it always have to be this way?

10:12:04

Sitting amongst the wreckage.
Strange how there’s always a construction crew on call.
Doesn’t cost me a thing.
My presence is my vocation.
As I am. Disassembled.
Welcome.
My friends. Who are free.
We are in
United States. Apart from you.
Pardon the mess.

(…the effect of affection…)

So…taking a vow to someone has the most weight in intimate relationships where some emotional or spiritual “investment” has been made. The most intangible thing you have is also easiest to transfer and displace and has a significant impact on how you later “evaluate” the tyme you “spent”- all while Jealousy, Doubt, and Disappointment loom overhead like condors treating you like so much beef jerky on the desert strip.
Circling, watching, scouring. Never straying far long enough for you to…
Immerse your Self in a sensual Oasis.
Appreciate, admire the terrains of whoever you may inhabit. To dwell.
(…be a predator…be primal…be gods…)
To know there is no investment at all. You are only spending your Self and you are replenishable. Or are you checking your watch every tyme you fuck? If so, I feel sorry for you.
Tell me one thing, before you run off to your next appointment… if vows hold true and yours was SO unconditional, HOW can Jealousy, Doubt, and Disappointment mystically nullify all of that?
How?
I’m waiting…
(…theme music…)

This is the problem. More of the same people all meant for the grinder of my Future Population Control Program. Those who deface Love via assigning it one, like the fans of the Local God who think they have the right to give it a name. The stock brokers of Love, Incompletes All-Grown-Up, calculating how much their Idea of Love is costing them and itching to sell the instant profitability wavers. Don’t forget the Self-defeatist who sold too late. Some say they never come back.
(…Fear of Fallout Governs Well…)
They’re all, in some way or another, perpetrators of Love Crime.

Love Crime: (n,v) 1) the act of deviating from what your community proclaims to be healthy, constructive expressions of Love 2) any [unwanted] violent action (say,murder) considered acceptable by the same committee that establishes Social Norms because it is somehow justified or rationalized by Love 3) the breaking of a vow or promise made by you and/or loved one(s) in accordance to the MUTUAL desires of all persons involved; exceeding the understood boundaries of a set relationship 4) ANY sexual act that is not natural- as in, by Nature’s standards- including all acts lacking consent and involving anyone incapable of comprehending what they are consenting to 5) Anything your personally believe to be a perversion or immoral in your OWN Love life, none of which is applicable to anyone other than your Self.

“Not Loving someone enough” is not a Love Crime.
For all of those who view homosexuality as an affliction or disorder then it depends on the psychological well-being of the person. For any gay man or woman who honestly feels it is their “natural” state of being then it is also NOT a Love Crime.
Loving someone of a different race is definitely not a Love Crime. In fact, I think ONLY interracial couples should breed. Not just because mutts generally make beautiful people, but also so that a century or two from now we would all be a little closer to being One Race than ever (…with stars upon thars…) and we could finally work on Hating one another for less… visible reasons.
Killing someone because they sleep with “your” Other is definitely a Love Crime. It’s no better than killing because “God told you to”. Killing your Self just because your Other left you is a Love Crime just cuz it’s cliché. Go ahead and do it anyway tho. If you’re completely incapable of ever Loving again you’re not much good to the world and we’re better off without you.
Rape, pedophilia, and bestiality are all obvious Love Crimes but not to be confused with any act of Love. More like acts of perversion and violations of Natural Law committed by deranged people who, like me, have no concept of Love and, not like me, are psychologically damaged beyond repair. I can’t even begin to understand these people nor do I really care to. Whatever motives or traumatic experiences they may have had it’s still not excusable. I know human behavior has never cared much for nature but some things are just abominable, especially if it greatly damages the victim’s ability to get close to anyone in the future.

10:20:04

Ok. This is where it gets fun. This is where I use myself as a prime example in hopes of- eventually- getting to my fucking point.
I’ll try not to wander too much.
Ready? Confession tyme.
I said I was guilty as the rest of you and I meant it. I have, on multiple occasions, committed the grievous sin of Coupling. And am doing so RIGHT NOW!
….holds for gasps…stones…
That’s right. A currently exclusive relationship. I “have” an Other. Not just and Other, but a BOYFRIEND.
Newsflash: I’m gay, but don’t tell anyone. Or tell everyone. Don’t rightly care. I realize by my definition you may think that qualifies as Love Crime. You may think it’s not “Healthy, wholesome, or Natural”. You might also believe I’m the sickly equivalent of the people I find to be abhorrent lesions on the face of humanity. You probably also think gay people are connoisseurs of every other fetish known to man. You’re sorely mistaken. If it makes you feel any better I think the same of you.
In all honesty, very little about me has ANYTHING to do with my sexuality. It’s not something I obsess over or flaunt. It just is. Surely you have preferences. Not much more complicated than that. If anything, being gay is a practice in self-awareness. I came to be gay but NOT being dismissive or discriminatory out of the desire to experience people. Contrarily, if I met a girl whom I find stimulating I wouldn’t shut her out instantly either. There’s just too much a person can tell you by touch. I’d say it’s Natural, and I’m a pretty solitary person.
My apologies to those of you who actually aren’t bigots.
Ah, but I still haven’t answered the question…
How could this be?
How could Mr. Polyamory himself be holding out on us? I thought there was enough of him to go around. And there is. Believe me.
By now, I’m hoping you’ve noticed I’m all for contradicting my Self but not so much for being a hypocrite. In the event that I can’t “afford” to Love you (or am expressly forbidden by someone whose opinion I respect…B), I can always find a way to Hate you. Don’t take it personal. It turns out both offers are free of charge and subject to termination at any tyme.
Another lil’ enterprise I’m blessed with.
The ability to Love someone for Being. For who they are. For flattering existence with their Presence. For keeping reality subjective. For having flesh and serving a purpose. For being One of Many.
And, of course, the ability to Hate. What you reperesent. How I perceive you. Every action or inaction you take. Your demeanor towards life. And mostly, what you believe (something I must sadly also embrace since I try to be spiritually versatile). And for being part of the multitude.
Many tymes I have Hated and Loved the SAME person. You know how this works. I either Love them for being objects for my Hatred or I Hate someone because after so long it’s like I have no choice but to continue Loving them no matter what. I know I’m not the only one.
And now, the loophole…
So I met this boy. We’ll call him B. At first, I wasn’t interested in him as a person and more concerned with temporarily alleviating some loneliness. Then, like I do, I started finding things about him that set him apart, made him… exceptional and then ultimately Loveable. I made a conscious decision to Love B. I wasn’t looking for someone to cancel me out, tell me everything I want to hear, to depend on, or horde all to my Self. All I wanted was a conduit for this seething overabundance of Love with no place to go. I have several friends whom I Love, but I can’t be as liberal with my emotions or lavish them with affection without queering our friendship. Pun intended. I’ve done it before and the results were disastrous. It’s far easier to be friends with someone AFTER being intimate with them but there’s still an undercurrent of awkwardness.
So I resolved to Love B, the WHOLE B, for being. At first it wasn’t ideal, but the tyming was perfect. I’d think “he’s not really my type” then remember I’ve never had one. I’d try to pick out shortcomings only to find that his “imperfections” and scars were all tiny nuances that defined him as a person making him prefect by default. I learned to revel in them. I learned to be grateful he’s not near as analytical as me and takes all things in good faith, without question (a trait I both admire and detest).
For the life of me, I couldn’t find a single legitimate reason NOT to Love him. That is, without being judgmental, shallow, or overly critical since I had been spared the same heresy.
So I just continue to Love him as much as my Will allows. I plan to keep doing so long after I learn how to Hate him, too. When I Love Others in the future it will be partially with the passions he helped to reciprocate just as I Love him now with every ounce of Love I’ve accrued in the past.
The goal is to perpetuate the cycle. NOT recycle, having the same relationship repeatedly with different people one by one. Multiple people sharing in “One Love, and One Heart” as Marley suggested.
There’s just one problem.
B isn’t polyamorous. Yet.
He may be gay, but he’s still very “traditional” so to speak. Some see it as virtuous. I see it as a result of conditioning and unwillingness to evolve. If I get impatient, I remind myself Evolution is comprised of thousands upon thousands of minute events. A virtually invisible process only noticeable long after it has taken place. Even then, we have our skeptics.
What is a boy to do?
For starters, I made a promise- to be “faithful” our of respect for him and his Idea of Love (and he definitely has one). Then I wait…..
for him to notice that I am going against the grain of everything I believe in by not “cheating”. Never mind that I don’t think I have the right to deny someone Love where it is wanted regardless of circumstance. Never mind that it wouldn’t be “cheating” or deviation of any form. Pay no attention to the fact that I’ve already passed up opportunities to Love additional persons and have no intention of replacing B, but I do find it revolting how much he’s allowing his Self to “take control” of what he knows is out of his hands. I would simply like to experience EVERYONE who interests me to the fullest- to love them in ways not permissible or possible in the confines of my current relationship whether or not intimacy is involved. And kindly omit that no ONE person could EVER be my everything (yet another mentality popular amongst the Incompletes) because we are all limited by our Selves and there will always be ways some people can enhance me but others can’t. Is it so selfish to want to incorporate all of you? I can do it- without any depletion on my part. Besides cheating is something that happens in the heart and the mind when you’re affectionate with someone else to spite the person you’re with, because of whatever bitter resentments your Self holds so dear. I have no qualms with B and so there is no Love Crime taking place.
Errrr, that is…. It wouldn’t be a Love Crime had I not made that promise. And yes, words don’t have to be written to be binding. There may be a promiscuity clause under the words “Mutual Desires” in the definition, but I’ll keep ignoring that until I’m certain B is holding me back instead of helping me move forward.
So why go the trouble? Why not find someone who is already complete and doesn’t have an Idea of Love, someone who is as spiritually advanced, someone sure of their Selves and isn’t bogged down by them and take it from there?
In part, “advanced” is very relative. Also, I don’t stand much to gain from someone whose ideals always corroborate mine. I’d much prefer a lil’ contradiction here and there to challenge just how full of shit I am- and to hopefully yield a few things I didn’t even know about myself an/or the Beloved One. I’d just end up cheating myself out of the Love that only B could offer, and who knows what else- so what if his Love is conditional.

11:03:04

Most important of all, however, this mere refusal of infidelity is the FIRST of a loooooooong series of compromises that will take place throughout the relationship. It’s an exceptionally minor and standard example of the huge array of ways in which a person’s habits, tyme, and perceptions are… readjusted in a sense. All the seemingly insignificant and secretly profound accommodations in routine and alterations in behavior that occur when two people’s own personal geographies and histories merge.
When an elevated state of Being with someone (in harmony or no) is self-evident. This is the symbiosis of souls I yearn for so desperately. It turns out sensory deprivation is NOWHERE close to the erratic pleasures and sweet fringed benefits of being given the opportunity to know someone in their every waking moment, relive their past as they recount it to you, and indulge one another in an indefinite future like cannibals at an All-You-Can-Eat communion. And ALL THIS can be yours.
Just don’t expect to be able to do it without there always being some kind of Change taking place. It happens every tyme you learn something new about the person you’re with or each tyme they cause you to reevaluate your own life. When old picture frames are relocated or contain new faces. When alternate ways of living are accustomed, exchanged, simplified, and complicated. Whenever two worlds sufficient to themselves envelop one another (not collide) and separate sets of experiences learn to coexist within a greater memory- a shared one- particularly when the individual interpretation of events differs. Coming together in defiance of all things that set them apart.
Love layers existence, negating and vindicating it just the same, justifying itself along the way. It skips whimsically from place to place creating these external unions that split us internally via requiring change and demanding casualties if you truly wish to keep it around. It pleads you to know it will ALWAYS bear change just as Hate harbors repetition. It begs that you recognize there is no change without sacrifice (of old?).
So if anything holds true to Love it’s that only after you have willingly given your Self and THEN choose to make a sort of self-sacrifice can a Greater Love then be obtained. Selflessness is the salt that allows Love to persist, keeping it buoyant amid the sea of our Desires, heightened still when the Moon stirs our Passions.
Go ask the mother who set her aspirations aside to raise a family, who loses sleep at night worrying needlessly. Or the father that breaks his back every day and yet still seeks refuge in places he can never call home. Any person who cares for, tends to another that is incapacitated somehow. Shit, go ask Jesus. He’ll tell you the same goddamt thing.
And sadly, I must give YOU people credit… anyone who has ever taken a vow to any individual person, faith, group of people, agency, et cetera. It can only represent Selflessness.
Could it be then, after so much grueling consideration, that I never was afraid of Love? This whole rant couldn’t be moot then. Come on now. What the Fuck is my problem, if anything? What is it then?
What could possibly make Loving a person, something that should be so amazingly simple, turn out to be such an elaborate struggle?
There’s a word for it. I mentioned it very briefly at the start of this tirade. Something else that sums up the Eternal Change, Sacrifice, and Selflessness that facilitates Love and ultimately helps us to evolve into a far greater species than we could have previously imagined…
Let’s have a standing ovation for… Adaptation.
That’s right. It’s the grand fucking revelation…

ADAPTATION IS THE ONLY TESTAMENT TO LOVE.

There is no “u” in Adaptation. There is an “i”, but we’re going to ignore that. It’s the oldest survival skill in the book and it doesn’t work without Love or visa versa, and we’re sure as hell never going to evolve without either.
So get over your Self and fucking Adapt for the sake of Love/God/You unless you prefer a purgatory amongst the Incomplete, wondering why you never seem to get anywhere and why everyone has the same Ending, or no Ending at all.
I know in my heart it can work for everybody and that polyamory is the inevitable result. Even you try it one person at a tyme, adapting in single form (provided your Self doesn’t get in the way) towards the modification of “Many Loves, One Heart” so remarkably parallel to the many faiths we all uphold with a blatant irreverence to the fact they all celebrate the same God and principles. Plurality is Oneness. In other words, I detest Coupling as the Ends, but not in the slightest as a Means. At the same tyme, polyamory doesn’t HAVE to be simultaneous.
Of course there will always be those with whom the thought of change doesn’t sit well, who hold Love so tightly to their susceptible Selves and panic when it’s no longer convenient for them. Then they actually wonder why no one is around to comfort them in the aftermath. My poor lil’ Incompletes, so persecuted… How cruel of Love to abandon you after all you did for it. Passing you over the instant Jealousy frightened it away, ignoring you when your expectations aren’t met. Was there ever a moment it wasn’t about you? Did you really think it could be detained or were you not able to see from that cross you’ve been on all these years?
Maybe you really did try and for the first long while you were so enraptured by this glorious person you didn’t realize what was happening. It was all so beautiful you were blind- until sense catches up with your senses. You’ve made the commitment, but having to Adapt is out of the question. The words “if only” pester you, accentuating everything that isn’t or could have been. Instead of being overcome you’re left wanton. No sacrifice is made because you can’t discern if it’s “worth” it and the relationship dissolves. Worse yet, you make the Sacrifice anyway but withhold your Self just in case it doesn’t pay out.
Too bad you won’t be able to tell the difference if and when it does happen. Remember? ‘course you don’t. Cuz every tyme something beautiful did happen, at the point your relationship was trying so vainly to climax, you were looking the other way. You were busy being resentful. Your Self or Other? Who knows. It’s then that integration come to halt. Worlds diminish reather than quantify and opportunity supplements itself for Doubt. The only thing clear is regret was obstructing your view of a moment you’ll probably live over and over until you’re finally taken in by it, manage to forget your Self and let Love take you with the current. You may not know where it’s headed but you won’t be wading around for Nothing.
You can keep you Identity. Hell, you can use it as a floatation device. It doesn’t have to keep you from making contact tho. Utilize it, just don’t think it sets you apart- not where Love is concerned anyway.
Then again, what the fuck do I care?

11:18:04

All of you, who hesitate when presented with change and impose your Selves upon Love, are like so many leftovers from a post-nuclear Hiroshima to me, parading around, boasting deformities like delusional veterans. Beter yet, you’re all sad reminders of every tyme Love has a miscarriage, dead before anything could develop- not even human as far as I’m concerned. Kind of you to volunteer for stem cell research. With a little luck, you’ll be recycled as someone with enough cognitive ability to recognize opportunity when you see it (and not cower in fear).
It’s possible I’m being a bit harsh. Maybe you had to “abort” for the sake of self-preservation. Somewhere along the way to your perfect Idea of Love your survival was put at stake and your sanity was waning. Adapting further would have only made things worse, but you were still too afraid to bail when things deteriorated prematurely. Bet you wish it was over with then. You might still have had tyme for…. For what?
Exactly. You don’t fucking know. All you know is your Idea wasn’t so ideal. Never fret. It’s only a mistake if you do it twice; once and your just a fool who hopefully never forgets.
All I know is I’ve had enough of games where I didn’t know I was a player. I’m tired of the assigning of rituals, modes of behavior, and the creation of confines to things which are naturally meant to be expansive and transcendent such as Love and God. Someone told me they’re related somehow.
Coincidence then that I happen to see resounding evidence of God in action every tyme I look at you? Or talk to you. Or touch you.
Yes you. The one reading this.
I have no option but to Love you (and Hate you) because collectively we are God.
I am instilled with you. You possess me as I you. Together we hold sway over all that is- perception be damned.
I may never know where I stand with you, but there is no need to Fear you any more.
And just like that…
I AM FREE
Free to Love in every capacity
Including the ones I haven’t found yet.
Free to Love
Without Fear, resentments, doubt, shame or jealousy
Without the compulsion to assess the “value” of relationships
With or without acknowledgement, acceptance, or approval
Intimately, violently, asexually, willingly, grudgingly, personally, liberally, softly, excessively, openly, secretly, platonically, vicariously, in plural and single form
Up close and from afar
ETC ETC ETC ETC ETC

You may not even know me.
But I Love you, and I want to kill you.
After all, I am a Whole person who- Let’s not kid our Selves- is eager to Adapt, but I will always Love my Self above all else.
(…I am…we are…)
Blessed be.
Thou art God. E Pluribus Unum.

[Editor's comment: Sorry this took so long. Had to make sure every word was heartfelt. Still not completely over. There will be an afterword tagged on to this later. Send me you responses or how you feel this should be concluded. Let there be dialogue. Let's come together.]