One and the Same

I am getting that feeling again. Not sure who I am, or what this thing called a body is supposed to be doing. Could I not be anyone, in any place, at any time? Was I not me even before time began? This is a test. Omnnipitant humor at best. But a test for whom? I was delivered, in this body, in this place, at this time; the product of two others from the same. I'm not insane. They came from two who came from two, all the way back to Adam and Eve, Who came from God himself. Thus, all a part of the same. An omnipitant game? I know I have seen grander places. Does this body, this host for me not know of me? Does she think this menial existence is all that she is? Surely not. She just forgot. When she is sleeping, dreaming in a state between her realm and mine; Sometimes, I slip out and look down at her and I am in awe of the simplicity of humanity. But I can not leave her. I must stay and see this through. So much to do. With this only minute amount of gray matter to make decisions that will Allow me to go to the place where I will spend eternity, Which is also the place from which I came. One and the same.