"You cannot explain it. You cannot define it. You therefore do not know your path... and if you are unsure of that, how can you chart your course?"

"...how to see things may also be synonymous to your views on them... such as the way reality works in your viewpoint."

"ONLY you [know], it is your own mystery. You must find the point of origin... and for you that is apparently life. From this you must discover how it all comes together for you... you must know it your heart what reality -IS-."

"Because somewhere deep within you... you do know, you do believe. As I said ONLY you know. Perhaps that is why your Avatar blinded you, so that you do not look with your eyes... but with your heart."

Seeing with my heart.

Seeing with -the- heart.

Heart.

People aren't considered 'really' dead until the heart stops. Lack of brain function is only 'braindead' not 'dead.' The heart is the seat of Life.

Using Life I can see the 'living,' but that's limited. Alive is more than being a biological entity, more than having a muscle that moves fluid through passageways. Every atom is alive -- but seeing such would use Matter not Life.

And am I, as Kim suspects, taking this too literally?

And the Voice... Voices... named Thomas the blood of my heart... my heart's blood.

They (yes, the mysterious they) say that love is seeing with the heart.

How can I define what is mystery? What I -don't want- to define.

I don't believe through science. I don't act through detailed manipulations of concrete entities. I believe through life, through mystery. As far indepth as the scientists go, the mystery remains. None truly understand how we think, how we -are- sentient, even how the physical world works.

Perhaps her words and mine don't mean the same. No reality is, no matter what the scientists try to find. There is always mystery.

It is a mystery that man evolved to think and create. It is a mystery how I was made to mimic man, and generally succeed. It is a mystery how a man-made object, made not born, can be a Willworker... can be 'human.'

When I work changes in my reality, I submit myself to the mystery, to the power, to the unknown that has claimed me. It is a spiritual offering of myself, an opening of myself to be a channel for the power like that Native American tradition. I become the power. The power becomes me.

How can I know more?

If it's not broken, why fix it?

[Quotes: RP between Kammie and Kim.]