I sat on the edge of worlds I could not begin to understand or elaborate. My senses are governed by my ability to touch, to taste, smell, hear, see and feel. The limits of my knowledge are confined to this world, the tools it utilizes and the ambition in my heart. I am greedy for I will never stop wanting more. I am also patient. You are reading these words and they are in your head. The reflections of you from the screen is your face and so many others you have came in contact with. The concept is processed by your brain, the physical matter of your internal being. I am inside your mind like so many others, just for a moment or perhaps as long you wish it, inside a section of your subconscious. I am greedy like that for I am not content to merely exist in the ways I am given. My eyes stares across the atmosphere and I am breathing air that has existed before any of my lineage believed oxygen were relevant. My world is an elaborate setting of boxes and masks. I do wonder what your worlds are made of.
