Above The Grid

I am a speck inside the galaxy the diameter of a thought. A universal consciousness of truth not found but sought. I am miniscule but magnificent a mere atom of an idea. Yet who I am is not important, but rather why I'm here. I am timeless, a nano second, a presence without a face, a particle of dust as vast as outerspace. Invisible but substansive a fragment of God's imagination. Nowhere and every where at once yet without an origin of precise location. A dichotomy of descriptions all diametrically opposed yet always perfectly in sync and abosolutely appropos. I can be a whisper carried by the breeze or a raucous, rowdy cheer; And so I pose the question do spoken words really make a sound if there's no one there to hear? Who am I you want to know and where might I be from? What are my interest, what is my work and what do I do for fun? None of these things will matter once you know what I am at the root. Simply know that above all else in life, I am the voice that speaks the truth.