Enigma

            “You are searching but have not found, correct? Even though you try to see you’ve become blind?!? How have you come to this place? This plane? This existence?” The Interrogator’s quick questions were intimidating. “You are a riddle rapped in an enigma are you not?”

            The Seeker sat and nodded for that was all he could do. The light seemed to dim as the Interrogator went on.

            “Now, you only sit? Can’t you do something? Why don’t you speak?!?” The Interrogator’s face turned crimson with rage. “Can’t you bear the answers to my questions?”

            The Seeker watched curiously. This had not been what he was seeking. The Interrogator was filled only with questions, not answers. But, was the Seeker really looking for answers? The Seeker did not truly know.

            Thus, entered the Problem. She was extraordinary and mystifying. Almost as a shadow in the night, the Seeker could not tell if she was truly real or solely a mirage. She became something profound, something beautiful. Could this Problem be real?

            The Seeker was never one for questions he would leave those to the Interrogator. All the Seeker knew how to do was seek. But now, finding this Problem, he no longer wanted to seek.

As the Seeker pondered, he reached out to grasp his Problem. She became something ungraspable. A rare specter, she was engulfing. The Seeker could do naught but ponder her. The Problem was both a goddess and a demon. Though she amused, she distracted. The Problem overtook the Seeker and began to change his life.

            “Are you even listening?” Screamed the Interrogator. As his veins pulsed in his neck, he yelled, “Do I not deserve more than this? Can’t you respond? Where has your mind wandered off to?!?”

            As the Interrogator flustered, the Seeker remained stagnant. He could not answer. The Problem was all he now sought. But, was the Problem even really there?