Again it seems I find myself a slave to creation itself. It beckons to me once more, urging a hand that has been stayed for so long to do its bidding. Whether ever a choice could be present, the decision was never mine; and for that I await the pain and suffering sure to follow. Death awaits me surely plenty more times and new heights yet to transcend. Let this platform serve as the ultimate, if not final stage for the performance to end all.