The Unwinding Knot

There is typically a tug of rope strung between two individuals, and they pull on both ends as if there is something gained to drag the other along with when they win the battle of strength. There is typically a group of people on either side, but for me, it is me and there is them.

Impractical, since we both share the same mind, but the body is my own. I feel each one round up as if to assert control for their preference of lifestyle, though it fits my own in some places and does not in most others. We are not... one in the same per se. I am the creator, the God of their realm and they are no more than a compartmentalized personality, boxed within the confines of my mind. A mind that technically has no limit on space, but can maintain spatial awareness of the living realm and a not so perceptually tangible one all the same.

The fact that they even try to assert dominance over me is no different than the will of another book trying to assert its personality onto mine, like velum paper over canvas, obscuring the little bits of me and reassuring all of its onlookers beyond me that it is in fact me.

I am here to assert that is not in fact me, but I am in fact it. I am the original, the ocular representation of all the little tidbits of those people smashed into one. The most significant parts of their personalities are but a chip off of the larger piece - of mine - and I am perfectly content splitting myself into the many, like a mosaic solidified by the cement called reason and reality. And for it, that is why I am the creator... The God of their world and their life and death are all but a memory within me, only as significant as I make them worth.