And this must be how it feels to be God, I'm thinking. This ability to know all that is knowable and yet fully accept each niggling detail, each blundering contradiction. To have the intricacies of creation unfold before me, and yet for it all to have the effect of someone telling me that I am Caucasian, that my hair is red, but that I am balding slightly. It all seems so obvious.
At present, I am struck with two decisions. On the one hand, I am craving my first steps, burdened with a desire to move further along, to see what waits for me around the next turning, what junctions brimming with celestial delights am I to uncover? On the other hand, I am quite sure that I could spend eternity rooted to this particular spot, and still always being uncovering something new, something I could spend millennia exploring.
I ponder my situation for some time, before deciding that perhaps I should inspect my own broken shell, lying so elegantly in the spotlight of a dimming neon lamp. I look down upon my tattered remains, all that is left of my earthly wanderings, the final payment placed on a home the resident has since departed. Stricken with a peculiar curiosity regarding my own physical prowess, I'm just about to undo the buttons on my trousers, when I realise I am incapable of doing so. The garments slip through my grasp, my hand emerging cloth-free, like a toddler grasping at his reflection in a puddle.
No, there is nothing left for me here. Granted, I would like to see the reactions of my friends and relations, when the monstrous image is uncovered by the dawn. But, there is much to uncover, much to investigate.
I wander the streets for quite some time, taking a moment to browse through estates I had been too afraid to enter when my breath was a valuable commodity. Now, I can marvel at the murals and slogans my middle class eyes were never meant to see. I gaze upon these rather beautiful declarations of anonymous intent, these glowering eyes and skulls, these gravestones marked with the names of martyrs, the last pillars of a kingdom being torn apart before my very eyes.