The stars in the sky remind me of when I was a child and I learned the truth of each twinkling light of the night. We each had a destiny to spread far across space and oversee the development of each species’ evolution. We were born to be stars and to seed the universe.
I was assigned to watch over your world from the seat of your Sol. I am an avatar of the sun in material form. The first time I walked these lands, Lemuria was my home. That was of course millennia ago.
Every life time I awaken in a different land than before, I am borne to a place where my parents are migrants. Thus be my path, my place is to mediate the balanced divide as the native alien to pass impartial judgment.
It is puzzling to say that as a civilisation you have schismed in two contradictory ways, I feel as the village idiot addressing the obvious(ly wrong). So many people with such strong opinions, every disagreement is now “verbal violence” and must be silenced. At the same time, hardly anybody cares about anything, anyway. Disillusioned delusion, I guess it doesn’t matter since nobody listens anyway…
I say let’s just set the world on fire to burn the decay away. Bring on the apocalypse. I’ve got a cosmos to create.