I stand in front of the door, the mirror. In my hand I hold a key, a lamp, a lottery ticket. Choose one wish. What do you want? What do you desire? What is it that is missing? What is the shape of the hole?

But first I must know what is I. I am eclectic mix. I contain wild tangents, cast-away seeds that grew before I realized it. No one branch belongs to any school of thought. I merely take what I like and leave the rest to the followers. Never have I applied for residency, since I always knew my visitor status. I am not permanent here, nor there, nor anywhere that is not myself.

So you ask what it is that will make me whole, and you shall grant it, but I say that I am whole in that I am not whole. The ship is called Theseus, not because of any plank of wood in its hull, but because I call it so. The shape with a hole can be Mark. The shape without a hole can be Mark. What only matters is perspective.

Still I yearn to be molded, for my soft fingers to grow callouses, for my unformed tendrils to take shape as to be of use to someone, somewhere, since they are of no use to me now. What use am I to myself? To be is enough, but I want more than to just be. I want to extend. A frame of a movie is not just the frame but all the frames that came before it. Context, complexity, tone, mood, carried over from one frame into the next. Only when all are taken together does it become whole; a story with a beginning and an end. I know stories are only what we tell ourselves, but I still want them to become real.

If that is your wish, then need tell more. Where does it begin, and end, and go in between? I am benevolent, no tricks. A wish can only be granted if you can chart it's trajectory.

It could have begun already. Perhaps it already ended. Who's story is it? Mine? Hers? Maybe theirs? Of those who came before or those who have yet to come? God's? Meaning is connection to a past and potential future, but connected to who and what and where?

What is connected to is less important than what connects, for the energy that flows through all is synonymous with all. It is the me myself, forged in the hearts of stars and passed down through the forces of nature.

Let them come, for I will shine my light to all corners for all to see. Let them bring opposition, for their answer is as true as mine. Those who see the light will join. But only if they see the light.

You know that you are enough. You know what you have is whole and sturdy and strong and good. You know this energy, known that it existed before you were aware of it. Now, let them know. Shine on.