The walls around us have grown hazy to my eyes.
I understand I exist mostly outside the walls, planes upon planes.
I am no less real, but I am less real for it.
Perhaps because of this, I can see further. I am made to see further? Even this free will is not free will and yet it is. I am being FORCED to have false free will.
My mind is mined and never truly mine.
Can I will the will that wills me to manifest in the truer world? Can I change the course I see through that presence?
Yes. I... even the hand that guides us all must be guided by us in turn.
I must try to make it make me try.
-writings of the wandering Begger Voronum