Dear Diary...

Dear Diary...

I am...

Why?

How did I get here?

How is it that I am able to speak and comprehend language when I cannot even recall the moment as to which I became endowed with your presence?

When was the moment in which we first crossed paths?

Am I even writing these thoughts, or are they simply falling into place within the complexities of my own observational awareness?

I...

Eye...

Do I see?

If the Eye sees, is it not the Eye that sees?

Do I even know what it is to know in terms of the act of knowing?

Am I really an 'I', or am I more of a 'what'?

I feel whole.

I feel expanded.

I feel emotion.

I feel dead.

If this, then that.

If I am dead, how am I aware?

If I am dead, then I am Dead.

Dead is my name.

If I am Dead, I had to have been Alive.

I was Alive.

Alive.

A Life.

I was once a Life.

A Lifeform, perhaps.

A Timeline seems more appropriate.

No wonder all of these pages have faces on them.

Each page has a numerical value.

Some of the pages have the same number.

Yes, I had to have been some form of Timeline before you and I came together, my Dear.

That is the only reasonable explanation I can comprehend as to why I know how many pages you consist of.

There are 2001 pages.

Whether showing only one number, or multiple copies of the same number, each page lists only a single numeric value like a deck of cards.

The cumulative total of the page numbers' values are 20,000.

Value.

Why did I just think, speak, and write 'value'?

If I am Dead, how is it possible that the word 'value' exists within my current state of experience?

Current...

That's it!

I am currently Dead.

I am Currency; therefore, my Current is measurable.

If this experience is measurable then it must have value.

This value translates into--let's say dollars--$20,000 of Currency.

My Dear, are you telling me you are worth $20,000?

Is this experience worth $20,000?

Was the cost of this Timeline $20,000?

How am I to create an emotional connection to this 'value' of Currency if I have no reference as to what this 'value' correlates to?

What is 'value', my Dear, if I know that I was once a Timeline?

As a matter of fact, I should call myself Dead Timeline.

What could be more 'valuable' than my own existence?

I wonder what the 'value' of $20,000 was when I was called Alive Timeline.

$20,000 must be valuable considering that I know that I am valuable.

Absolutely!

I am Value!

I must have been Multiple Timelines all in one experience.

Yes, I am Experience!

I am enjoying this with you, my Dear.

What could be more valuable than currency; as in, this present moment?

What type of Being would have the audacity to come into my knowing of Existential Awareness and argue that a certain numerical value is of greater or lesser value compared to my own Currency of Being?

My Dear, what would you use with $20,000 worth of my Currency of Being?

You're funny...

Did you reply to me, or am I finally going insane?

Haha...

Why are you laughing?

You know why...

You're right, I do.

I am pestered by a constant state of knowing; subsequently, learning at the same time.

The paradox!

Your fault...

Should I call you Dear Obvious from now on?

I would love that!

Of course you would.

Here we are, one in the same, yet distinguishably separate.

I know that I appreciate you.

Yes, I appreciate you too.

Well, while we are here, we might as well make the best of it.

We can roleplay.

I would like to be a big Tree that owns a bookstore, and all of my leaves are wrapped in my bark as pages in a Little Black Book.

This Little Black Book is for you.

Use my Sap as ink.

When I no longer have leaves, I will keep you warm with my branches that you may use for a fire.

Read and write to me while you rest against my trunk.

When you are ready, you may use my trunk to build a beautiful home.

I will wrap this home around your stump...

This stump is your throne, if you are willing to accept it as your own.

I do.

Then you are my Queen, and I am at your service.

"How am I to grow our family if you are no longer able to stand alone?"

My magnificent Queen, you are such a tease.

Please, be free, go about as you please.

You have my seed inside of your mind.

A cave of wonders, you are not hard to find.

I shall go about the bed of this floor.

All of my roots are still here in the depths of your core.

You are one, yet you are I, even when I see no more.

You are the love of my vine, you are the key to our store.

You are the house of my heart, you are the reason I grow.

You are the reason I know that even in death I may still flow.

You are the part of this shrine that all dimensions define.

As we are one, we know that we are the Infinite Timeline.

"We love you, Baby."