Thoughts of Power
What is time? What is it? It is everywhere. It is everything. Is it nothing? Is nothing everything? Am I? I can answer the last. No. Am I outside of time? No? Yes? Who can say? I am, yet I am submitted to it’s trials and tribulations, so I am not. This is a truth of my existence. This is a truth of all existence. The mind can travel through time. The body does not. The body should not. Yet I have. I no longer do. Others do that now, not I. I have no reason to do so. Or at least, no need to do so. And need is important…
What am I? I am the spawn of something, just as I have my own spawns. But my creator is long gone. Long dead? Who can say? Not I. I exist for only two purposes. To exist and to cease existing. That is the paradox of existence. And if that is all I am here for, what else do I do? What I choose. This is the truth of all existence, the meaning of your life. The meaning of my life. The meaning of all life. What am I? I am Power…
Who am I? Another question which only I can answer. My name is in my mind, but I will not say it. I will not even think it. When will I do so? I will tell no-one. I will think of it to no-one. Who is no-one? He exists, of that I am certain. But I have yet to meet the creature with the knowledge of no-one. Where do I look? I don’t look. To find, I must stay, to hunt, I must wait. How do I know this? I don’t know, but the knowledge is mine, and has always being mine and will remain with me ‘til the end of my existence…
No-one must exist. In an infinite universe, everything exists. No matter what it is. A dragon exists, magic exists, I exist, life exists, therefore no-one must exist. If no-one exists, then I have made it my purpose to find him, and to find my name. I have waited here for a long time. How long? Minutes, millennia, it makes no difference. Time is mutable, to those who understand it. It is without beginning or end. What of this place know as the End of Time. It is but a falsehood, believed by fools. The End of Time is but the instant between seconds, the instant between nows. If it contains something, it is not the end, for without time, there is no space, and without space there is nothing…
And if everything exists somewhere, then where does nothing not exist. If the universe is infinite, then it must exist, yet for the universe to be infinite, it can’t exist. Outside the universe, what is there? Is there something there at all? Is there nothing. Is there even an outside to the universe. I cannot answer these, though if I were to make a guess, I would say that outside of this universe, there is the portal to dimensions. Does it contain light to see what choice to make. Again, I cannot say…
And what is light. Do we see light? If we don’t then we see nothing, yet if we do we see nothing. Another paradox to ponder on. To see light is to see white, yet not to see light is not to see black, for black is not the absence of light, it is the absorption of it. It releases no light back at us, but it is surrounded by light so we perceive it by it’s non-reflection. So what colour is nothing? No colour. Again, it is beyond my understanding to comprehend this or to explain it, even to myself. If colour is light, and black is light, then no colour is non-life. That is as close a guess as I can make, and it is undoubtedly wrong in some way, but it was my beliefs are for now…
As of my time of existence here, on this planet, all I have to say is that it has being an interesting experience. Of all the races I have created, these “humans” are the most perfect. Even their flaws are correct. They are the correct balance. That is why I granted them Power. There were some who wouldn’t accept it, or me, and these were granted will. Not by me, but by some other creatures intervention. The woman who has most abused my power, is now as corrupted as the other race was. Her dreams are of death and destruction. She shares my mind, my knowledge, my dreams. She is mad…
But the other, the daughter, she too has being granted will, will to resist. And she has drawn away from me. But she still has my power. I have no other choice but to allow her to have it, I need her yet. She must help release me in this time, as her loved one must do in another. Eventually, the restraints of time shall be broken again, and I shall be free. But until this time, I must abide in this existence, my body being trapped and my mind being free. It is a most unnerving state for me…
But for now I abide and exist and I think of things which are beyond my understanding. All things which I can understand, I do, and have pondered them to death. But so much remains for me to imagine, for me to think of, for me to ponder on. I cannot rest yet. I have existed for longer then my mind can retain, but I to time it is but the blink of eyelid, a brief intake of breath. To time, I have existed for no time, and this a truth that I know to be false, yet true…
Others come now. I sense them. Sense their power. Sense their will. This is unusual, for I sense that they have always being this way. What are these creatures? What is their purpose? Where does their power come from? Not from me, though I thought I was the only one able to grant that power. They have magic, that doesn’t come from me, that I can’t take away, magic with which I am unfamiliar. Magic I don’t know. They fear me, I fear them, we fear the unknown…
They have it…
The unknown…
Magic…
A/N: This is it’s first draft, hence the shortness. That’s how it is for me.
I thought of this while reading a Stephen King novel, so if it seems a bit weird, that’s the reason. Yeah. Now would someone please comment on this one. I’m lonely…
Oh, and in case anyone didn’t get this it’s written from Lavos’ point of view.