An Inward Musing

Only in the inmost recesses of my mind is the clandestine communion with the other made. The alternate entity will never concede to leave the confines of the mental cell even for an instant, for in doing so its existence would become sullied, and mortality would reign in It as it does in me. No, It will never venture out and give the external world the corrupting hold. However, the immortality of its nature is premised by the necessary intermediation of It, through me, to the outer realm, and likewise I live forever because of the piece of my person I have stowed with It, pure; experience and eternity wed.