In my few years of existence, whereupon I date from eleven until now at sixteen, I have come to a conclusion . . . Divine Right is only matched by Divine Presence. At first, I thought it bold, but now consider it denial of the simplicity of our society. Not that I feel I am above our world, it's just that as I grew older, I began learning that the grand illusion of the world from innocence was just that, an illusion of grandeur. My loss of the ideals of innocence was the beginning of the end, age eleven.

I can recall the time where I stopped looking to the outside world, partially because I grew weary of being dissapointed. Pondering over my thoughts I realized I have a "condition" I call "Life Proprietorship". I am not quite sure if I was born with it or if I came upon it, essentially, even I doubt it to an extent. My only explanation is that I don't have a connection to this life. My only research was my experiment of sitting in a bath tub, fully dressed, with my father's newest gun, a .45 caliber Vaquero Revolver, pointed to my head. Since it was new I was unsure of how sensitive the trigger was as I slowly squeezed. My only questioning is if I had no fear because I knew I wouldn't pull the trigger completely or because my "Divine Presense" has no importance in this world.

Through my travels through time, sometimes at the pace of real time, sometimes at half the speed, I have seen, felt, and lived the tenderness of those sweet downfalls. Everyone has their own interpretations of death, and I've always felt love would be the death of me. We are prisoners, serving life sentences, from birth until the last dying breath, but amid all the angst and temperament, we have life and love. Its been said that there is no life without love and the reason is because one doesn't live until they find love.