Third excursion into the ether

Sounding more like a tag line from another cinematic rendition of a J.R.Tolkien story, I stumble blinking into the radiance generated by the illuminated ones that have gone before me. Yet... Yet... I have, I recall, been here before.

With a strange sense of déjà vu, I step forward, the memories of my times here before now no more than scars, a vague cicatrice in the fabric of existence. Weird recollections of half-mumbled praise and the numbing feeling of terror at the thought of creating something dangerous, something monstrous that might in reality turn on me - it's teeth gnashing inches from me - intent on consuming me, or worse, only partly devouring me.

My first excursion was bold. I was brazen. I cared not for what affect my sudden appearance might have on those who, unwittingly, stumbled upon me. I offered my thoughts, my soul and my beliefs and for a while I achieved that which I had set out to do - I achieved recognition. Though my fame was short-lived and a moment of recklessness ensured that my light was extinguished permanently...

Such was the way of the World back then. There was no place for the mystic. There was certainly no place for the agitator, a role I seemed destined to fulfil.

And so...

I ventured out again. Differently the second time. Certainly I was more cautious and in feeling the trepidation that seeped into every organ of my body, was not the weapon I felt I was intended to be. I was a wolf without teeth. I became a shadow that was bounced from wall to wall, place to place in the fickle glow of the Sun. The winds buffeted me and one day, I, anchored by nothing more substantial than a chain of good intention was dashed against the rocks of prosaic indifference and vanished.

How should I continue this time..? Certainly, the unfeeling are often cut adrift or worse destroyed; picked at and picked on by the ever-growing circle of predatory creatures out there, in the periphery of existence - always striking from the shadows - cowardly except when in numbers that swells their confidence. Therefore I will choose empathy over sympathy and purpose over aggression.

This time.

It is a journey that I embark upon alone, unaware of how may many join me as I travel forward and how many will remain at it's end...