My next task entails me officially binding myself to my writings and my mission. I must find a suitable way in which to do so.

Cometan

I give my life to the world.

I go to the most beauteous church of my city. Not the tallest, not the largest, but the most inspirited one; the one fullest with that which makes a place of faith.

I had my first child when I was fourteen: I cared for it, protected it and it became my world, but when the time came to let it go out into the world…well, that was both the easiest and hardest day of my life.

I had to go forwards in order to go back and progress.

I handed him over to the world or should I say, the wolves.

I have a third for revolution.

I have been gifted the grace of imagination, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

I have been given a giant paradoxical ball of chaos for which I had been chosen to unscramble, repackage, and act as its steward in this world until the time comes when I myself am to end.

I have existed only a short time and I can even tell you to live purely for oneself is never enough and never shall be.

I have five best friends, all of whom were born in my mind.

I have never felt the urge to do so as I feel defying the inevitable is a progressionless and disappointing merry-go-round of misery.

I have no right to judge you, and all I ask in return, is that you do not judge me.

I keep my dreams close to me for they are mine before they became the world’s.

I kneel by the votive lights, praying to the Mother of All.

I know how it all will be for I have seen it so.

I learned to love The Unknown.

I like songs that spark one’s imagination.

I loved them so much and I hoped the world would too.

I must do as I know and feel.

I must inspire Good Faith.