Well, what are you going to do now, old man?
This package has been left on your doorstep, this little bundle of joy, all innocence and blissful ignorance. You’ll be his teacher but what shall you teach him? You’ll be his feeder but what shall you feed him? Is he really the one? Do you know it? Truly know it? They think they know it. They want him, they yearn for him, but you have him, and only with you can he be kept from them, those old adversaries of yours, those remnants of that old war which you cataclysmically ended, so callously, so ruthlessly. Do you think they will have forgotten what you did, what you made others do? Should you have done it? Doubt has been creeping slowly into your mind ever since you first thought of his burning face in your hands, but still you went ahead, still you brutally destroyed a force of light in this world. Had he really turned to darkness? Is it even possible that he could have done? Are his surviving allies justified in their continued allegiance to his seemingly diabolical schemes? You took the glory for his defeat, but the others were just as involved, all equally culpable. Yet it was your idea initially, your grand plan. But have you merely blocked the path of the light, have you failed to see beyond your own tiny and subjective segment of reality? Is the proof here, now, before you, are you holding him in your arms?
The future is not set. It hasn’t happened. Time is not a block of existence we all travel through, the future cannot be seen by anyone, there is nothing to see. You know this to be true, yet still you feel the fateful pull of destiny when you look into his eyes. For you are a part of time, as is he, as are all the others, and therefore you are all making the future, converting potential into actuality. You know what you have done, you know what others have done and what they wish to do. A prophecy does not tell the future, for nothing can, but still we are driven by them. For all prophecies are self-fulfilling. This future will come to be, but only if you make it so.
So what are you going to do?
Here, in your hands, you hold a great instrument, a golden pot brimming with potential. Has there ever been a greater opportunity? But can you do it to him? Can you do it to everybody else? Can you plunge the world into darkness, contrary to your own sacred task? Do you have the stomach for it? Can you summon the will?
Look further into his eyes. Look deep into the blackness and you will see a light inside. The future is yours now, you hold it in the palm of your hand. Take the plunge, gaze into the abyss. The darkest hour comes just before the dawn…
Omega Synthesis 