I've decided to do it. I've decided to come out of the closet. At last I'll be free, relieved and stronger then ever, no more multiple lives, no more fake identities.

It's a hard decision to make, you know, but then I can't lie to myself anymore. I have to be truthful. And isn't truth what it's all about? Isn't it the highest claim of all?

I'm looking around for the closet to come out of. There are plenty of closets around me in 682.3 shapes, 458.02 sizes and still counting.

Then there is a large closet but it has plenty of doors. And different colors. The blue door with the pink top looks pretty good. Very seductive.

I can't come out of the wrong closet
                but I have to come out of the closet
I can't come out of the wrong closet
                but I have to come out of the closet
      I must come out of the closet.

My dearest shell creature, I am clearly facing a dilemma.

Does it mean that now I'll have to embark on a whole new expedition? I can see in my third eye the header "The findings of the great closet." This is a joke.
This is a joke. This is a joke. This is a joke. I'm on a treasure hunt not a closet hunt. This is a joke. A joke. I'm ridiculed. By myself. Myself is ridiculing me.
I'm by myself...

And for a while there it was all so vivid and clear. 1 and 1 was indeed 2.
I was so close to the closet. Closing a chamber opening a door.
I have no eyes, not one or two or three not four. I have not a vision. Perhaps I should consider coming out of a hole in the ground.

yours forever
your sunset/sunrise forever yours
yours forever yours

[ Still searching for the lost treasure ]