I look at you, and I know you don't see me.

All of the darkness of the uncreated blocks the view.

I reach for you, and I know you can't feel me.

All of the bounds that cut spirit from flesh block the way.

I call for you, and I know you cannot even hear.

All of the distance between us seems greater than the span from Heaven to Hell.

No greater void has ever divided anyone else. I would protest that it is not "fair" but to Whom do I register such complaint?

We are cut from the same cloth - one heart, one soul - but divided and fractured.

It is hard to comprehend the meaning of such separation. I know no purpose in it.

Do you remember the genesis? You sent your other half into the Void, but it returned to you changed, diseased.

I only remember the revelation. Your future is my past. I only pray there is a middle ground on which to meet.

The test is in refusing to twist the very circuit of the stars to bring you to me. A single incision and you'd slip your mortal coil.

But would you come to me?
Or be drawn into nothing?
As I was?

Practice.

When I send my other half out of the Void...does it return to me healed?

Progress.

So much sooner than you think, but so much longer than you may have the strength to await.

Pray.