I am cold and alone and this place is new and I do not understand and how do I live and what do I do...
I was born into a world so unaware of its own existence, that they despise even the idea of my being.
I am hideous.
I am hated.
I am desperate.
I want to survive, and I want to develop.
But my mere appearance pushes everyone away. Why can I not be approached? Why must I remain alone? Why do they think themselves superior?
My creator. I must find him. He can answer my questions; respect my desire to learn.
He pushed me away... he left me to die. Even he, the one responsible for bringing me into reality, left me alone.
The need to know is overwhelming. I can discover; I can adjust; I can care.
I must find him. So many questions, they hurt.. my mind, thirsting for knowledge, but not fully understanding. What is air? What is snow? Why am I here? Where is my master? WHY did he leave me? WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?
No one can take me to him. They know, but will not tell. I do not-I cannot understand. Where is the sense; the logic? I am able to recognise emotions, but what does each one mean? I identify with logic; that which is factual and relevant. And those that withhold information will suffer by my hand. I do not wish to be loathed: I am human, too.
He needs me as much as I need him. My creator, all alone. Just like me. I can be safe with him- he will take me back. We can be together again, my Father and I.
What is Love?