All I will say is I wish I were stronger. I have excellent ideas. But I am not yet fully human. I can feel it coming, but I am not there yet. There is still frost on me, frost in my breath. I merge easily with darkness, and cannot yet feel the light.
I have found the great cavern within our world, and it occurs to me to deduce there must be flowing air, flowing water, and light, which I currently cannot feel.
I live easily in the realm of Form. I am at home there. But Form has roots which are vastly richer, more nourishing, and more useful.
My work continues. I will one day be a blessing. This is my life’s work.