Where do I begin, and Where does It End?

[Dimmie Dunce]

 Good, evil. Inconsequential to the Sea itself. Warping, enigmatic, unknowable. Unfathomably large and ever-growing.

Perhaps ever changing, I am uncertain. I remember what it is I first sought out to do, I still do, I still do.

Gather stories and experiences to bring home to one I care dearly for. But that is an unachievable goal.

Now that my being is bound to the Astral Sea. Whenever life comes to a close, I too will drink deep.

Till it seeps from my many eyes, and burdens my many arms. Until I am nothing, and something all the same.

I'm not sure how I feel these days. I show different faces, to different people. Yet the desire is always the same.

Like an itch, that makes me want to dig into myself, and rip away at the seams. To grow. But I already know.

That it isn't me that wishes to grow. I only want experiences. Stories. That's all I desire isn't it?

Then why do I feel like I lie. Constantly. To myself, to the world, to those I see as friends.

All in a vain desire to expand my knowledge. To then spread this knowledge. To those that catch my interest.

I wear two faces. One that would wander home to Mother and wishes to hold her hand, and the other...

The other that would take a grain of kindness, and ask for more, and more, and more. Until others starve.

I wonder if I'll hurt anyone with my decisions. If all goes well, I'll be a proper court sorcerer soon.

Sporting a different name, and a different face. Working with one whom I know is not truly on the side of Mother.

One whose motivations are full of visceral hatred. Fascinating stuff, really! That such bitterness and pettiness.

Lay behind a scarred visage of unyielding resolve! I almost wish I could be like that, really.

Or maybe more like the ancient one, whose name defines them. They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery!

I do not think he'll be flattered, I doubt he or anyone will really notice. I quite like them.

Two faces. Two thoughts. I like helping people that interest me, and it is funny that way!

That some people who interest me, go against my own morality.

A catch twenty-two. Two-faced. One coin, two sides.

Such is the way of the suffocating desire.

For ever more knowledge.

Tell me. Astral Sea, Astral Planes. Whatever you may be. Which face is mine, and which face is yours?
Where do I begin, and where do you end?