Of course, you come from the stars. You are myself, and I understand you, friend.
Yes, I am yourself, wiser and stronger and older and beyond you in every way, and I am you. You are my servant, my slave, and myself.
Certainly, master. Why do you tell me things I have always known?
You are not obeying when you follow me, for you follow yourself, you who are now me.
You are God, are you not? said Alan in his mind. The Buddhists are right.
No. Not God. I am the atom and I am the intergalactic void, you and me and everything right and wrong. Have you learned your lesson?
It is a lesson I knew in the womb.
Now you are mine, said the voice, approving without an iota's loss of the flame and frost of hatred and love blended flawlessly.
This is a pleasure beyond pleasure, sensation far above sensation. This is maelstrom descent and flying into the sun. This is the keenness of sexual transport to the nth power. I live for you.
Now you have it. Never forget it.