Let me tell you a story.
This story may be about a demon or me or you, but that doesn’t matter really.
He walked the earth but his heart was not there. It was engaged in the place where your thoughts often wander, especially if your heart is not keeping up with what you do.
Yes, like all demons, Michal does have a heart.
Though to say it is a good or pure heart would be to go too far. It still is fact that Demon hearts do not fill with blood but with the agony inflicted upon mortals – the more agony produced, the stronger the heart becomes.
And Michal, our demon, has indeed a very strong heart. But as you already know, now it is not with him but in the nameless-place-where-hearts-often-wander.
There, his heart met The Question.
And now as he prowls the earth looking for willing puppets, them of the agony-inflicting type, The Question continuously takes root in his heart.
“Why do I exist? Am I really meant to be here? To be doing what I’m doing? And if I am, if I am no accident, then who or what intended for it? What…who is my creator? Why?”
The Question – it mutually seeks out all hearts and meet them all in due time. It captures yours in unexpected moments, and from then on, never really leaves.
Appeased, ignored, suppressed, but still there.
And it leaves no body, no being out – Living, Dead, In-betweens, Angels, Demons, Guardians – all of their hearts The Question will meet.
For all of them will take part in the event.
That which everything that was, is, and about to happen are mere necessities, preparation perhaps, all leading to the one reason why anything at all exists.
The Demon already knows this but cannot recall it. Like everyone else, it is vital for his being that The Knowledge should not interfere with the present, hence the overshadowing by present trivialities.
But one always needs to be reminded, thus the constant seeking of the answer to the purpose of one’s existence.
And in that nameless place where all hearts eventually wander, we all find our reminder – consciously or otherwise.
So that’s the story.
It is as much about me as it is about Michal or you or the queen of the damned or the president of the Jews.
Why, I think you know.