The Missing Pages

I am but a man thrown into this world which means i do not know where i came from nor where i would be going to this mysterious world and worlds my mind stuck between all the planes all men set to journey through this world laden with things known, unknown all men having to read himself like a torn book pages lost here and there so much to guess about so many assumptions made correct, incorrect the beauty of this world so much to discover without and within this strange more than dynamic inlaid system deep in the human realm that launches itself whenever world civilisation needs a revolution, a saviour this dynamism that is capable of assuming a separate identity when salvation is needed this separate entity stored with all moral fibres that reflect us to ourselves our standing, our growth, that checks and balances our foibles, indulgences that separate entity which is within ourselves part of ourselves which we call a higher consciouness That separate entity that launches so many religions in the world its similar message cutting through humanity inlaid, inlaid, inlaid now who is the next person to launch the world correcting gear is christ coming back? Koran part two? i read myself like a torn book guessing at all the missed pages