“How does it know your name?”

"From my Ebay page."

-Transformers

  I hear the music again.  The beat, the sound of drums is there.  The rush of the strings, the rising cresendo.  The energy is taking hold once again.  It won’t be long before I can throw my head back and take in all the energy of the world around me.

  The choirs are singing again.  I am not alone.  It does not matter the name of it, the title it is given.  The constructs of society mean little to me.  It is what is behind it.  I can feel it, the energy, the music, the love.  If for a moment in time or eternity spoken of in whispers of hope it does not matter.  It is enough to know that I am not alone.

  There is that feeling out there.  Something beyond all the words, labels, anything and everything.  It is not an abstract, a hope, or a wish any longer.  It is a shared love, a shared journey no matter what seperate paths might be taken.

  I am overcome, but I am also made more powerful for it.  I am light and I am energy.  I am the music and the feeling.  I can be all and everything.  All it takes is a word, that feeling passed between two that has no word, no definition.  I alone am the one, but I am not alone any longer.

-Damien