Imagine You...

You are an old man.

You are a young man.

You are a woman. A mother. A child.

You are a family. You have lived as a pauper, as a prince, as a dream, as a nightmare.

You have died.

You will die.

You are dying with every breath.

You are a rock, a tree, a robin, and a field.

You are Summer, and the first breath of Spring.

You are Winter, with the slumbering flowers lying dormant under your snow.

You imagine. You dare.  You cower. You fold. You fall. You are Fall.

You are God of your universe, ever changing. You are the universe. You are change. You are tempation. You are sin. You are the invention of sinful thoughts, and the forgiveness of sins.

You are infiniate in your finite nature.  You are a dream, dreaming of dreams. 

Imagine you are powerful. There, don't you see? You are empowered. You are power, itself.

You are self contained.

You choose your own adventure. Turn your own page.

That is not the story. This is the story:

You are in a room without windows. The walls are white, and painted bare. You can reach from wall to wall, and they are solid. There is no door. You are inside everything. And everything is inside you. You laugh, you breathe, you are born, you die, you dream that you live. You live. You love.

This is your soul. You are souless. You are sold.

This is you, reaching the end.