Egyptian Dreams, Conclusion

April 14, 2001


I do not know why this sacrifice needed to be made. 
I do not know why, once again, there is a nothing. I had defeated the nothing, 
many times ago. 

It is a riddle and a conundrum, but the fact is that 
there is no nothing.

There are only empty places where something once was.
Some empty places remain so, even when they are crowded into smaller 
and smaller holes, they are still holes. They still exist, even if 
unseen and outshouted and beyond the grasp of words.

 
I go on, hoping that what was will be again. 

I gave in once to the desolation, and I myself became NOT. 

For a time. 

t is my hope that this, too, is such a time, and that one day, that which was will be 

again, and the empty spaces occupied anew. 

Again, I wait.