I rise.

Electricity hums quietly around us like a muted lightsabre, illuminating the bubble, showers of sparks sometimes. That's the thing about power- it's powerful. And simple will alone is never enough to kill the burn, or overcome old thoughts. It takes care and attention, and first aid also at times. But it is better to have than to have not (in this case anyway), and as such these two conduits for something bigger will eventually grow to know, will learn about complex physics, electrons, and wildly spinning particles of matter. It's so electric, it makes other force fields look dated, like black and white evil doctor pre-panavision silent movie o.t.t. sets. Like before we knew better. In this heart...lightning continuously strikes. I am power.