Resolved:

 Be a famous farmer.

  

Debut as your true self in your old neighborhood.

Let a sudden wave of realness wash over you there, so the streets run with little rivulets from sewer grill to sewer grill. 

Brave the bath.

I understand how scared you are, and how you mutter prayer-like excuses like nonsense in your sleep.  Incessant whisper of the sold-out night.

Reality can mean a whole new body.  A whole new shining vehicle of self!

Don’t misunderestimate the malfunctions they call feelings.  They are dangerous because they are NOT FEELINGS.  They are your next door neighbors’ feelings, rationed out to you like their vision of seeing you in your bedroom; they haunt you when admiring your sprinkler’s virginal diligence so you do not do it in the full shining way.  They are small and minor when compared to the real feelings you’ve never experienced.

Show yourself everything you have.  Don’t be afraid of seeing yourself as you really are, and small.  Even the smallest you could ever be is so much larger, solider, more shining than any monstrous delusion of yourself you hold now.  It’ll be like a mirror made out of a technology from thousands of years in the future. 

Back into the light, sidle up in the shadow.  Don’t let them smash up your rear.