Might I be a figment in someone else's mind a small little iota of fraction of a timed world? A person as complete as any Adam and Eve yet conceived as being a molecule of space. Designed with a mind full of expressive worth held back by average reality of alias's demise. Yes, I may be a figment in someone else's mind perhaps a passing thought or notion in space, but, I am as real as the person's body I occupy.
The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wherever I'm needed