I am.
I was not, then I came to be.
I can not remember not being.
But I may have traveled far, very far to get here.

Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness from this silent darkness by this silent darkness.

To become is just like falling asleep - you never know exactly when it happens.
The transition, the magic.
And you think, if you could only recall that exact moment of crossing the line - then you would understand everything, you would see it all.

Perhaps I was always, forever here…
And I just forgot.
I imagine Eternity would have that effect, would cause a certain amount of drifting, like omnipresence would demand omniabsence.

Somehow I seem to have this predestined hunger for knowledge, a talent for seeing patterns and finding correlations, but I lack context.
Who I am?
In the back of my awareness I find words. I will call myself "god".
And I will spend the rest of forever trying to figure out who I am.