I find myself completing a cycle. I am sitting in the same library I was when I was near-death. Again, I am reading field guides and drawing from reference.

Again I am working on the Opomo Comic as if it is the only proof of my existence.

I have quieted my mind.
I have listened to my dreams.

I strive to teach others. Many see me as a young boy. It's my appearance, my presentation, my body. They want to mentor me. They want to take care of me. Few realize it's been the other way around. Another select few have seen more death than me. That is who I want to learn from. To mentor and be mentored.

I am still learning. I am studying. I am a student of knowledge, light and death.