Why must I be trapped away in this mortal shell, with no more ability to move the world around me than a rock has to make the wind blow. I sit here, and I see small glimpses of a world where I have control, where my thought has meaning, but it is only a tease, and in the end I'm trapped, my mind at the mercy of the changing world around me in stead of the other way around. Why am I teased with freedom, with power. Why does fate dangle it before my conciousness and then tear it away from me before I can even taste it. My only wish at this moment is to be able to overcome the human condition, to maybe not be a god, but to at least no longer be a mortal pushed around by the world around me. If only I knew how to wake up from this nightmare, my life would be so much greater.