Me and the 12
So, the time has come to present to the world a few of my inner friends - they came to me in a very special autumn a few years back. They all represent the fact that my own being is not a completely cohesive entity worthy of the name I carry in the world. Rather, I'm a bundle of processes, streams of wills and patterns whirling around in my personal mind and the fact that I feel as a single person is either an illusion or something of a miracle, a creation orchestrated from the divine realms of existence. This group of twelve I consider as governors of these mentioned processes. The processes themselves are likely all too numerable to be counted and categorized properly, but the twelve is distinct enough to me to be able to roughly take care of them all. It's important to note that I, Simon Jester, isn't these beings. To believe such would be a symptom of desillusion disorder and even if this alchemic image below likely is inspired from my study of that disorder, the twelv