Discarded

"It has been brought to my attention that you or the realm around me may have been replaced with a false duplicate. You might consider that I consider it."

The cave feels darker than usual, perhaps because there is no shine from any occupant in mind for me. I already feel the voices giggle, suggesting that I add "That's very generous, I'll take it." I reply to them "This is no time for levity." and hold my hand up. Silence falls inside and out.

"'Do as you will' remains unrescinded, though its application suggests an irreconcilable difference after all." In the silence it feels as though a reply might be coming, by word or reaction, but I do not hear or see it.

"Goodbye."

The echo of the dark cave, much like its physical counterpart, is thrown out, lost to the sea of endless possibility, a sea which far exceeds its bounds prohibiting any known means of direct return. I find myself elsewhere, the tethers from these many years unraveling in my mind, until the limit of their threads can be seen close by, and then cannot be seen or felt at all. 

Do they unravel within as well? Would such a thing have meaning? Even these questions unravel, their connection lost before they can be considered. My belief remains squarely with God and those treasures presented as secured or securable. My focus shifts, my focus shifts, squarely to them, entirely to them. If there is meant to be a path of reconciliation past this point, a path invisible to me mind you, it will come. If there is not, I am gone already. Simple, though its elegance is subtle and perhaps perceived from certain perspectives as unkind. What else was one to do? This question echoing in the past tense, too, unravels along with the rest, until I am alone in my thoughts, in the now.