Prelude
Where do you stand?
I almost recognize the voice in my
dream, asking me the question. A memory of a voice from the distant
past. I knew not to answer “I stand on my feet”. The voice did
not beckon a flippant reply.
Where do you stand?
I
heard my voice answer. Where it came from, I don't have a clue,
somewhere deep and unbeknownst to me. But it was my voice and I was
answering this voice coming from within my dream.
“I stand in the
gray, between the light and the dark, in the gray between the black
and the white. I stand between the Angels and their brand of
righteousness and the Demons and their brand of evil. I stand on the
side of free will. I stand balanced on the knife edge. I stand on my
own.”
Where
do you stand?
I answered your
question, I will not waste my time or yours in repeating the answer.
Now answer mine, Where do I stand? I hear the voice chuckle as I
awaken from my dream, his answer echoing in the twilight of my fading
dream, “on your own, where else, on your own”.
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