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I've decided that I want to create something, and it's unfortunate that I lack the skills to do so in a tangible fashion. So a person must be created, a character with character that is either admirable or not depending on one's outlook on life, and to whom anyone can relate to in a way that makes them feel as if they're the only one who truly understands (or is being understood). I realize that this is difficult. It probably require more talent and imagination than I have but I'd like to try anyway, as so many others do. I've read books in which pitiful individuals accomplish worthless goals only to realize how absurd their lives have always been. If the author truly is God, the Creator, then I would not want to be responsible for creating such things. Of course there could be a perfect world waiting to be created, but I doubt anyone would want to read about it. Or would they? Although no one can truly relate to perfection, they might perhaps see their ideals reflected in my own. Or better yet, they might wish they did.

My character's name is Micheal. No biblical reference is intended, nor has the name been chosen to reflect a person in my own life (although I am acquainted with a Micheal who I'm quite fond of, but he's far away now). No, Micheal is someone completely new, made by me, with dark hair and blue eyes, who is attractive by today's standards but completely alone and without company to judge him as such. A perfect world contains one person only. He is not lonely. He isn't bored. There is nothing to irritate him or bring him joy but his own foolish mind, which forever returns to the same thought. He thinks to himself, "I have thought of this before," and allows his mind to wander a while before thinking it again. He feels no hunger or pain or grief. He was never born and will never die; he can only be acknowledged by us humans, or not. The moment I first imagined Micheal, he had just begun to imagine me. Right now, he's wondering what it would be like if you were to exist. The world would have to be a chaotic place. There would have to be literacy and thus there must be reasons for literacy. There would have to be memories that people deem too important to forget. There would have to be lessons to be learned from history and from hypothesis, so there would have to be realistic chances for astonishing degrees of human failure and reasonable hope for future success. But Micheal doesn't understand that, as he is all alone in his world and he is happy. These thoughts pass through his mind as he imagines you. Then he thinks of something else. But there's no reason for you to feel forgotten. He'll think of you again, perhaps very soon, and then he will remember that he has thought of you before. He does care, really. Micheal has nothing to do other than wonder about things like you and me. His world is perfect after all.