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.