The art of writing, is the art of creation, to write is to bring into existence from nothing, to write is to become God. And so, I speak to you from a realm of existential bliss, I speak to you that you might listen not with your mind but with you heart.
Through the application of knowledge, I have learnt to transverse the oceans of time, I have learnt to become one with nature, I have learnt to see the world unobserved. What is Space but an endless fabric on my skin, what is time but a never-ending string on my fingers, come let me play you a lovely tune, let me play you the Truth.
Who am I? I am the Man of Miracles. What am I? I am a well of inexhaustible potentiality. When am I? I am YOU!
