There was this one time I saved the universe, back in my madness. It was in September of 1994, (reference in my story here). I was just sitting there, just having awoken from sleep, when in the air above me it was as if four fuses in a neat row were simultaneously lit. These were not the ordinary type, which led to an explosive, but they were, in fact, the groundwork for existence itself. It was like the fuses were the strings upon which all being relied, and they burned swiftly through the air. I felt another mind on the other side, contending with me, an evil trying to destroy all that was, and I willed to try and keep things together. I was confused, though, on what I should concentrate on.
But then, a space opened up before me, and there was someone sitting there who told me something like, "When contending with existence, keep to the soft things, for even the hard things must rely on the soft." I took this calm voice's advice. I put my finger right above my solar plexus, the center of my chest, right on the breast bone, but what I was concentrating on was my skin — softness. The four strings of existence flew away and off into the distance, and I had won. I was breathless. I had saved all existence in what I had just done.
Come to think of it, this was the day that marked the beginning of when I thought I was the Archangel Michael. Perhaps it was because of this, that I had proved myself in a great deed in my head, that my head thought I was that greater one. Whatever. That event was just wild.
