The world revolves around me. It is natural. It is logical. It is obvious.

The universe wants me. The sun’s rays race toward their reflections to fall on my eyelids, cloaked in a silvery glow. The rivers are ready to offer me a challenge and a breath of life at every turn, the steep slopes await my unruly will, and the storms yearn for the soul that birthed them. The fire seeks the warmth of my fingers, the icy winds dream of painting on my cheekbones. The universe wants only me. Here and now. Everywhere and forever.

The falcon waits for my appearance on the edge of a cliff. Its claws dig into the rough stones of time, for no one else is worthy to share this flight. A tulip with the color of young darkness welcomes the silence, hiding in its cup the knowledge that it can only be understood by my eyes. The sun lingers a moment longer on the horizon to hear the rumble of sunset echoing in my chest.

The world is my kingdom. My home, my essence, my love and arterial fire. The relief of my passion draws the map, the memory of my heart defines the story, my determination creates the reality.

I live and die, and the Absolute lives and dies with me.

Faded locomotives stopping in the middle of the wasteland. Cold, gleaming giants towering over the plains with glassy indifference. Astonishing incarnations flickering on a white screen. Aqueducts. Scattered plastic. Perversions. Everything that crosses my path is there because I need to find it.

People change their course to meet me. They know having me in their lives is too rare a treat, and they don’t care about the price. I am a key to a new future, an opportunity for change, a support on the path to the dreaded shadows of their own longings. When I fall like a meteor into their minds, the strongest understand that it is in this crater that indestructible stalks will emerge. I am love and self-fulfillment. I am a cry that blesses anyone who dares to go barefoot into the night.

Yes, the world revolves around me. I know this. It is time for you to know it too.