P R O L O G U E

I have always thought of reaching for the sky and feeling the clouds against my skin. I have
always admired the birds that can fly so freely above the treetops and out to the great beyond.
Does it exist? I believe so.
The great beyond does exist, even if we follow different paths, for the world is a circle -- a
cycle of indefinite and eternal loop.
Endless yet full of corners and dead ends.
Dimensions within a dimension.
Ah , but scientists would disagree for many have predicted that the world will end and the
law of entropy is definite.
Still, worlds within worlds within worlds and so on and so forth.
Realizing this, I have come to an agreement that my existence is definitely an infinitesimal
fraction of the world and more so of the universe and, my existence gets smaller and smaller as the
universe continues to expand and create its own space.
My world, although expanding, is still one with that of the world and the world, although
changing, is still and calm in its orbit in the system. Moving as one with the other systems in the
galaxy as it is moving with the universe.
We are one yet, I differ.
I take some of the same roads as the others and fight the same battles of the same manner
but in a different stage, a different scenario, event or act. Sometimes, I pave my own path, slashing
and slashing through the thick, mangled vines of despair and uncertainty to reach what lies there in
the great beyond or, to finally reach what we thought is something that turns out to be nothing. Yet,
even those who despair will always have hope even if likened to the seed of the epiphytic orchid.
In the end, we come through. In your own way and in mine.
In the end, I come through in my own way even if I am one with the world.
This is the proof that I exist.