To my friend, the (un)-yet-known mystery girl

Dear Mystique,

What do you do, mystery girl? Are you from this world, or are you but a shadow cast upon us from another dimension? What do you like? Do you like to touch, to feel, to know? Or are you an eternal, ever living in a timeless loop? I am a child of this world, this plane. It's nice here, I can taste and know that I taste. This life, it is quite flavourful. Would you know it, that in this world, you can even use your senses to know another sentient lifeforce? Shared sense is something we independent beings can experience as one, we know ourselves through others, and we test the limits of our being by sharing in our senses together.

Someday I hope to exist outside of this body, Mystery Girl, maybe you will be there?

One of the fundamental aspects of this world is that the unknown cannot be measured in any way. It is fundamental, and quintessentially marvelous all at once. That we can never know how much we do not know means that there is an infinite amount of 'knowing' to be had. What this means is that no matter how much we search within ourselves to know who we are, the answer will only ever reveal itself to us in small bits and pieces, and the outside world holds nothing but the potential for discovery.

Imagine, to be able to discover and re-discover life, over and over again. To taste something new every day, even if you've already eaten. To love, and love again.

Time is paradoxical to us in this world. We, the forward walking, backwards thinking individuals that we are! We DARE rush forward into an infinite abyss, while looking behind us at each moment that zooms by. We, never knowing the present except for in memory. That is a powerful thought, for it describes the fundamental truth of the human condition. Acting, feeling, saying, thinking in the present based on all we know of the past!

Oh, how hindsight is a gift granted only to those who know how to think forward before acting! A gift so vast, so important that it allows this world, this visuo-physical construct, to mold according to our wills!

It is beautiful, this world of shared senses and self-willed action. I am glad that I am here. I hope that what lays in wait within the infinitum of non-existence can compare to the ups and downs, the feelings, the senses, and time itself from which we ourselves originate.

Yes, Mystery girl, I have learned a lot from this short lived adventure we call life, but the beauty of the unknown beckons... it calls, and I insist on knowing what it wants to tell me.

Enjoy the taste of each exhilarating breath! Not because each could be your last, but rather because each can be your first!

Nicholas