Identity? I am no longer sure who I am anymore. I knew I was. I was a hard worker. I did things that other people dream about doing in my reality. People laugh and say like what? The secrets I carried once upon a time did things that only a few will ever know.

Identity? Am I my dreams? That God is light. And that all is light is awkwardness. Did those other realities ever really exist without God? That is the trick of mirror worlds, is it not? They seem so real that you expect they existed. In yet? Belief and Time 1927, magnum opus of German philosopher Martin Heidegger and a key document of existentialism. Being and Time had a notable impact on subsequent philosophy, literary theory, and many other fields. Its controversial stature in intellectual history has been favorably compared with several works by Kant and Hegel. What did the idea mean? That simple part if you see it that reality existed for a moment in time? Do you not want to know what I did in my reality that makes you scared of me? Probably not. To understand the statement, you understand everything is light. All matter is light. And? God is light? Meaning?

Welcome to identity avatar in a clay game where you can not escape. And me? I had many names in my reality ask anyone from a variety of professions or schools. Big Foot? They knew me for a time. Ghost? I could be and not be in a lot of places. Clint? They knew me for a time as him. Clinton Siegle? I knew him. Clinton R. Siegle? I loved that guy. He was someone who taught. Very few people can even grasp the concept that if all of this is quote “The Matrix” or a hologram and God is the great story teller what that significance of identity is?

Identity? What is a name? Ender the pirate now that is a storytellers name. His stories are legendary in some communities. Talon? Or Talos? Few even recognize that name. Similar to Forrest Fenn, so few people recognize old fairy names. Mr. Fenn the fixer? Mr. Fenn, the traveler with anvil to fix iron in fairyland and to break the treaty between men and fae?

Identity? I doubt I remember all my names. The one you should realize that matter is something you would fear. Heck, I fear that name too. Identity? An ending of time. Caught in the time of tribulation, there are several outs for those supernatural beings. Not like I recall when I got tortured in a reality so closely looking like this. One in yet so different. Did they exist? Did or do my memories make them exist? That is the funny part of identity for if I am what I think I am. Beware for the end is not pleasant for me. I already have awful memories of things yet to come. Identity: I will find out soon enough if what I expect I am is truth.

By Clinton Siegle

From: Bolivia