Middling Human

 I'm not the best man in the world,
I'm not the worst man in the world...
I'm both and neither...
I've done some
Wonderful things,
And inspired others
At times...
I've done some
Absolutely horrible things...
Things I'm certain
Might even be considered
Abominations before God...
Being an apostate,
Having been christened
Catholic,
Is the absolute least
Of my
Crimes against humanity...
I have been spiteful and petty
At times,
Vengeful, wrathful, and jealous...
But I have also been tender and kind
At times...
Empathetic, understanding, and loving...
Objective and subjective,
Variably 
And simultaneously...
I am the observer
And the observed...
The predator 
And the prey...
This world is an illusion,
A playground
For consciousness...
A shared dream
Or a shared nightmare
Depending on how you choose
To see it...
It can appear to destroy you
Or it can appear to uplift you,
But, either way, 
It is only 
The appearance of motion...
Everything you asked for...
It rolls on
According to how you designed it,
Whether you realize it or not,
Whether your story
Is tragic or triumphant,
Or any possibility in-between...
Imagined sinusoidal wave forms
Interacting 
With imagined sinusoidal wave forms,
Interference patterns...
The movement of the void
Before time
Was even born...
I am just a quantum particle
Spinning...
I am a god...
And I am empty space,
Just like you,
Just like everyone and everything...
You exist,
Even now,
As you toil, and sweat, and struggle
To survive or self actualize,
In every dimension,
Timeless and all knowing,
Even if you know nothing...
I know nothing...
"Nothing" being what is...
Fractal projections of your will...
A work in progress
That will never be complete...
You can never fully know
Someone else
Precisely because
You can never fully know yourself...
We all overlap...
We exist in the same 
"Space" -
Just a mathematical point,
An idea...
A theory
That feels like reality...
Accelerating its expansion,
Both worthless and precious,
Wretched and holy...
A holographic projection
Of a holographic projection
Of a holographic projection,
Et cetera and so on...
Platonic shadows on the cave wall...
Turtles all the way down...
Every thought 
That's ever been had,
And every word that has never been spoken...
There is no such thing
As a new soul or an old soul...
There is just
Mathematical grammar...
A child watching a caterpillar
Liquefy itself
In a container of its own making...
Every teardrop is a choir of angels,
Whether of happiness
Or of grief...
The bell is ringing...
Class is about to begin...
Grab your backpack
Filled with the required books
And try not to be late...
You're already there...
You're not there yet...
This is all in the past...
You are already 
Vibrating in every possible frequency
On all possible levels
In every
Single
Possible
"Reality"...
Shifting realities is complex child's play...
Impossible to master
Given the nature of consciousness,
And yet
It is as easy as
Falling asleep...
A lucid dream...
Remember to look at your hands...
You are eternity...
But
If you knew this
From your current perspective
Consciously,
What fun would that be?
Journey -
"Through space and time, always another show..."
You are allowed this:
The joy of rediscovering 
You,
If you choose to remember
Who and what you really are...