When i was born i had already mastered 14 different martial arts, and could dance the mamba and various national dances of the latin america’s. I had tried smoking and had quit it and quit smoking in a way that defied reason. I reinvented fire.
My back was bent with the items i carried and the thoughts that kept my newly born feet to the earth. I had in absence of alcohol taken up an addiction to the extremes in life and i would often be heard in the ramblings of tales told by the elderly and the village mad.
My ways were wanton and could be still, if and when the compunction takes hold.
By 16 i had grown and become more than i was yet less than i could be or would have will been had.
I had worked multiple jobs. Sometimes all at once. Often – never.
My knowledge was boundless within the cage of what it knew. And of the things i beheld, one could be forgiven into thinking it had all been done before, and better.
I tried more jobs and tasks and challenges. I rose to them all and when i needed to i could rise even further. Sometimes i could raise a mountain for my purpose. Or slash deep the earth for a new ravine.
By 30 my powers were crescent. I had the Wind to control and the Sea to do my bidding. I could rend the earth with a thought and with another, create a world anew.
None could stand before me, though some denied me.
Galaxies and Realities are mine.