I see him
He is all I see and I see all
I who reach out indefinitely can think of nothing else
Nothing but him
I know he thinks of me, I hear his thoughts as he thinks them
No distortion of usual methods of telepathy
I am omnipotent and am far beyond the level of his puny race
And yet he seems to call me in
In deeper to my sad, strange fascination with these mortals
I am Q
Beyond emotions, and yet all I know is this small creature, this human,
Picard.
