Chapter Nineteen
So.
You Alight?
Yep, I'm fine. Just, hang on okay I'm good. Stumbling a bit, mis-typing, you know. Just trying to determine if you's a southern boy, or a tale from the hood?
You mean, where did I originate? Where did I come from? What was my up bringing? And so on and so fourth?
And so on and so fourth, yes.
That is a hard one.
You don't have an answer?
I have an answer. But can you hear it, is all?
What is it you mean?
There is no way to pin point where it is you are coming from, just as there is no way to pin point exactly where it is you are going to.
Why?
Because, like you said before, "the only thing that is constant is 'change'. It is kind of a metaphor when you break it all down. Life, to an on-looker, is as a definite thing. In shape, and form, and smell---
But---
As the Creator nothing is for sure. NO Thing! I will tell you what I feel, which is the deepest emotion of Myself in metaphorical language. But I let you know now, you will judge me by this image. This image is not I, for the indescribable IS indescribable. But this is what I have arrived at:
I AM AS A SQUIRREL ON YOUR UNDECIDED HIGHWAY OF LIFE