Inhumanism

Humans are so capricious. I've done the impossible, however, I've become. . . inhuman. And I don't think you could. I don't think you'd want to. The three tenets of inhumanism are as follows:

1. Visionary skills: being able to solve or be unaffected by their ridiculous problems.
2. Wisdom: pacifism, knowledge, (and along with these the inevitable self-righteousness) and ability to recognise their pitiful flaws.
3. Apathy (Respect): the feeling that one should not intrude in their petty affairs and therefore not caring for their futures (respecting their decisions).

When I achieved the inhuman state a whole new world was opened up to me: my own and the dezfaerian. So many things I had previously not found the time to ponder. I deduced the origins of universe1 life from my vantage point. I created the system where everything inevitably spirals in to me, to benefit ME. But also I have aquired pressing duties in the other universes. Things which cannot be avoided or postponed.

The mastery of such qualities does provide one with an inherent right to Godliness, Kweenshippe, or Kingshippe. These things are an attitude. True, one needn't have attitude to be called by one of the three high titles. Anyone deemed fit to the position may be appointed by one already possesing the prestige. It is an old tradition coming from the appointments of gods by the dezfaerie23 and her constituents. I'm a vessel of dezfaerian tradition. Not a blood vessel, no. Blood. ........... ....... .. one day. . .. . .

And then she was. It was. Find the answers. You must find your own place. Maybe it's not with me. maybe you don't want to be a God-like being or a Queen. And I do cringe at the thought, but maybe you don't like the dezfaerie way. Maybe you want to be human. Maybe you love this life. This life. Your life. I . . . I don't. I love the people because they are. I don't like their lives. I don't like what I lived, except. . .

The loquats, the miner's lettuce, the chickweed. And the apples, the grapes, the carrots, the peas, the squash, but especially those first three. All that I could live for here. The irrigation boxes. The mud, the walnut "caterpillars." All gone. I can't live. Not anymore. Sure there's still . . . but I can't. You know the. . . no, you don't, do you? Maybe it's better you didn't. And when I help them you come, and I'll help you. Whatever you will need (want), I will give it to you. I won't need it. Just me and my cat, that's all I will need.

And when you find it, you'll know what it is. And when you find it you'll be done looking for it. But you aren't looking yet, but one day you will search for it. And then, I can't help you. No one can. Well, yes, someone might. The crawdad and. . . ., they helped me. The crawdad still will. But when you find it, you don't need them anymore. Maybe you'll find it in universe3. If you do I'll try not to cry, because that is what you want. Maybe you'll find it in a canal; you'll be worried; just as I was; it will find you; it will scare you; and you will welcome it. I'm the Queen, but even I cannot tell you.