Misters Finger and Toe

When I was but a young child, I placed my touch on a rainbow'd light and watched its rays pierce through my fingertips. I chased that sense of enchantment captured by amazement ever since. With an eying presence I'd blink once to take a photo, twice to remember it. Through my looking glass, I was a photographer. The spectrum of light, my subject and only focus. My imagination, a wild horse at play, possessed the undeniable ability to gallop freely through the quantum field of possibilities. I saw the world through heroic alpha waves, and I wouldn't grow to become a beta! After all, I was some sort of superhuman: I had abilities beyond adulting years. I started to study my body's strange phalanges. Why were they even called fingers and toes? No doubt from Misters Finger and Toe (no wonder things were named just so).

I'd watch the effects of light shows as they'd make themselves known through my body. Flashlights, strobe lights ... even fairy fireflies flying over the meadows. Red, the colour of love, ironically, the one that pierced the most! Yet, all the same, I vesseled their lighted love for me through my fingertips, along a world of knowledge.

Throughout history, Man has held a belief that the flesh is evil. I dare to say that mine is of the Holy: it contains the wonderment of my soul.

Excerpt from Uterine Philosophy