Planted onto these solid fleshy shoulders, you may think the part of me with eyes, ears and mouth is my head.
It is a remote island continent consisting of none but white sand, surrounded by the deeps.
Each grain on my stretch of remote island paradise, a neuron holding memories, known and presently unfound knowledge of self and the universe, emotions I visit and emotions I shun due to the wisdom of emotional alchemy, I hold all realms of the universe inside me.
Naked, I comb the beach with none but my eyes to search.
I seek very specified grains of sand, for I have been given the recipe for greatness.
I walk my lone beach, bending down at each grain, questioning it's purpose, concentration in the eyes of my soul.
Each one that is for the greater purpose, I swallow to hold it apart from the others upon the foreshore.
All but few grains I pursue lay dormant in my stomach.
For when I find the remaining few scintilla that lay unchecked I will be ready for my final opus.
One day soon, I will have my stomach full of all needed to reach semi divinity, and begin to build what I've sought after all my life.
For I am a glass smith.
At the last consumption, I shall pull handfuls of cinders from this burning heart and anneal my sands of time to a long bridge of glass.
At the end of this bridge from this lone continent I know all too true, a pyramid of glass will be formed from what I've found inside.
The pyramid will bring power, as yet incomprehensible.
The bridge of glass will lead to the great glass pyramid.
And the great pyramid shall act as my bridge to and from heaven on earth for myself and those who I choose to share it with.
For if I've learned one thing, my island is insignificant in comparison to what lies awaiting me to grasp it in strength.
Strength unfathomable awaits me beyond.
It calls my name.
© Sebastian Grey