facing the demons at ungodly hours....

... I think I wound up sitting bolt upright. No idea what woke me, but it was insistent. When it went away, all I can say for sure was that I was very afraid and slipping fast into "gods, I'm useless."

Justify yourself.

I am.

Defend your existence.

I create.

Explain yourself.

I live. I die. In between, I give rise to what was not, before me.

Insufficient.

I grow. I change. I change others.

Unsatisfactory. What purpose have you?

"tell them, dear, that if eyes were meant for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being."

...

... and then I rolled over and went (back?) to sleep.

Score? Demons 0, literacy 1.