Why?

• Because.

But why?

• Because.

That’s not an answer.

• Yes it is.

Explain.

• No.

Why?

• There’s nothing to explain. You already know.

But do I really?

• Yes. You just ask these questions, in duress. Your ideas you never give rest, you bully them, like they’re a pest.

Am I unsure? Do I really know?

• Yes you do, but you refuse to go. It’s a method of defence, from fear of falling. You wish to reinforce your external calling.

And I do this because?

• It gives you your strength. At war with your self, you become like a tank. Forever armored, pushing, commanding. Directing your shots like a soldier in battle. Then you guard yourself as you feel the gun rattle.

Is that really good?

• Of course it is. That way your shot truly comes from within. Instead of bullshit your voice only spins to look like the truth, when in fact it is lies. You just wish to know it’s the truth that you cry.

So why do I ask for what I already know?

• Reinforcement, validation? A bit of both. You hold within the ideal that unless it’s mutual, there’s no truth to feel. If another agrees, or another complies, then you reinforce it, you have allies.

I can’t work on my own?

• Of course you can, but your actions hold weight if you’re not lone. If you’re with a friend, then double the power. Like a sniper with a spotter, who calls out the target, you don’t want to shoot, to kill without it.

Am I but a child, for thinking this way? Is it foolish, this game that I play?

• We all are but children, It’s the only way, to learn and to live and to grow with the day. Even beyond that, how long should we live? 70 for most, 100 for some, you’ll never live to be 101. A century, to god, what is it? a day? an hour? even a minute? a second, to him, is all it can be. How can we claim to be adults, with the time that we live, and that is the fault, with those who claim big.

So what do I do, where do I move?

• You know where to go, you know where move.

But where is it, tell me?

• You require definition, you can’t see? Looking for an answer, where the answer is none. Looking for the truth, when you’ve already become a thing with the knowledge, to progress through the world. Yet every emotion, you have killed. The blasting powder for the round that you have fired, because you require logic, and if I gave it, I’d be a liar.

• Stop firing your rounds without powder. Let them be propelled by the ideas that meander. Your heart isn’t wrong, it’s right, because I am. I tell it what, so the truth comes from within. You know I am right, you still ask of me what I can’t provide, what you think you should be.

• Believe in me. Like you believe in your mind, in conjunction only truth you will find. You haven’t been lied to, you’ve only ignored. You must accept me, because with your conscious I am tied. You must reinforce it, for me to not lie, and that you have done, and without me you’ll die. Because we are one, to ignore this is lies.

What do you provide? With logic you are tied.

• Indeed this is true, and logic with I. We are your weapons, to fight with the world, you must accept us, or again, you’ll be killed.
• Believe in your heart. It believes in me, as do you, and so it should be. Accept it with arms, wide open and calling. Don’t lie to it, don’t ignore it, because It I am informing. If you trust my movements, then trust in kind it’s. You, then will prosper, and so will it.

Very well, this I will do. I can already feel it, commanding with  you. Quickly, I’ve absorbed it, accepting it’s message.

• Very good, very good. So we will guide you, separate but together, and into heaven we will lead. Don’t ever doubt us, it will only hurt you. Just follow our guide, and you will survive.