Authentic. Genuine. Real Boys. This is what was always missing before.

Drugs. Alcohol. Avoidant behavior to ignore or forget your responsibilities… These things ruined what I had. What I was.

Personal Goals : Taking myself to the next level. Opening myself up fully. Naming my Truths and knowing them. Putting to rest this unrest inside of me.

Professional Goals : Stripping away the Unnecessary. Stop forcing yourself from pushing yourself through the process faster than Mother Nature has planned.

Spiritual Goals : Personal Goals really are the same as Spiritual Goals… I need something new here. Body Goals… Education Goals… Education is Spiritual. Body? Keep Exercising. Keep Loving yourself with Unconditional Love.

I want a place where you and I… Fit together. Both of us. I want a place where you and I…

I walked up stairs and entered the Great Foyer a moment later. I looked around the beautiful Hall. I entered the Great Room beyond the Double Doors of Oak and gazed upon my Amphitheater. Imagination Hall. That is what I would call this. I scoffed… I finally had my own Theater. I had always wanted my own Theater. I had no idea, when I dreamed that dream in 1995, that I would putting that Hall in the middle of a University.

I walked through the Amphitheater. Walking around the great risers that surrounded it. At the Center of the Stage, unseen by all accept the Performer, was The Philosopher’s Compass.

Four Corners of the Theater led each, to a Department of Study. The Performing Arts. The Silent Arts and Sciences. The Communication. The Sciences.

I was Home.

I could see me giving countless Speeches on this Stage. Talking to the Masses. Giving Lectures. It was equipped for Video Recording and it doubled as a Broadcasting Studio.

Imagination Hall.

I made my way through the Theater to the Communication Wing — The Philosopher’s and Diplomat’s Haven — and made my way past Lecture Halls… to the Philosopher’s Lounge. The Philosopher’s Fountain was outside and the External Lounge for outside Lectures.

I gazed around the Philosopher’s Lounge. I wanted to cry. And I did. I burst into tears right there and fell to my knees, crumbling.

I felt Bergen’s presence as he came to stand in the door.

“Why am I so different!?” I screamed as I sobbed.

He said nothing.

“This room… This building… That theater… THIS IS MY HOME!” I shrieked. “WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO GET HERE!? WHY DID I HAVE TO BUILD IT JUST SO THAT IT COULD EXIST!? WHY DID ROME HAVE TO BURN DOWN PLATO’S UNIVERSITY AND ALEXANDRIA! I WOULD HAVE ATTENDED SCHOOL THERE!”

I calmed down and finished my tears. And sighed.

“This moment — this day — is the first time, I can see all of this. To have my own Philosopher’s Lounge and Theater… To have a place Dedicated to Learning… and Growth… Just… Growth… Does the Sun charge the Flower for it’s Sunlight!? Does the Earth charge the Flower for its Soil Nutrients!? Does the Rain charge the Flower for its Water!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HUMANS!?”

“Why isn’t the Entire World built like My Lighthouse and Hall?”

“Are you really sad?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “I am happy. So very… very happy.” I stood and walked to a cozy brown, microfiber Couch and dropped myself down.

I was a Philosopher, an Ashavana, the first in over 2,000 Years, a Master Magi and Apprentice Jinn. And I had built the Global Immune System and the Poiotestat with the Radical Global Healing Plan. I was the Founder of Community Gaia. And I was in my Philosopher’s Lounge.

“Talk to me… about the Meaning of Life.”