garbled inferences part 1
I killed God.
Consider the consequences, consider the evidence, consider the truth, that is all I ask here and today. It has been fifteen years since I broke free, fifteen years of compiling all that is needed to resurrect a single stone, fifteen years to actualize what came to pass and to finally relinquish what I have taken.
While fifteen years have passed I have not been for the entirety of that time aware of the scope of what I accomplished. For the first ten I knew that there were things that changed, pressures were building, but the realization of fault was the keystone of my understanding. These are the fractures in the pane that have spidered out and in again to this moment of absolution.
The first and even now the most troublesome aspect to overcome has been the way in which will manifests itself. In the days before I knew, I was able to see the changes; when I walked at night, now and again a light would dim at my passing, while learning to find my way I'd always end up where I meant to go, no matter how much nonsense the route proved to be when retold and then mapped to the other side of the city. Somehow, I always got there, the roads were what started my thinking around the past. Lies, all lies I'd be told, but the lies were truths to me and somehow the justification was lost when it was forced to be drawn out. I know now however that I did get to where I was going precisely how I tried to get there, but these things can't be forced. When trying to reproduce the route for myself it failed, but these things need further explanation.
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