Exhumed from the grave comes forth Kyle. Musical genius, child prodigy, an enigma to the general public. Kyle shares many of the same emotions and disabilities as normal personas. Kyle is an extraterrestial lifeform who came to Earth from eons of enslavement to the natives who populate the amoebas of ecstasy. It is unknown of Kyle's origin. He now resides in the ever so pedestrian city of Seattle. He has found a way into others' hearts and even had his broken. He is understanding human feeling despite his physical conditions and abnormalities. He studies the languages in which we perceive life, cryptic writings, weaving poetry, art forms unlike any other, and music hidden in the depths of society. His mind has been altered so that he cannot perform mathematical tasks as directed. The worm holes of his brain need to be mended as though they were dissected. Researchers have observed this being, Kyle, and have tried to decipher the engineering behind him. They have yet to come to a conclusion why Kyle can not achieve an interpersonal relationship, with another or within himself. The researchers proclaim that Kyle is bipolar, is of an antisocial personality, and has a myriad of other defects. He spends most of his time engaged in reading, writing non-descript sermons, and using the computer as his database for social indulgence. There are many levels in Kyle's subconscious. Kyle is equipped with another section of the brain... the Episume. It allows Kyle to transform himself into many personalities and he is able to transfigure himself into human forms, male or female, at any given time. Kyle is often misunderstood by many people, leaving him at a disadvantage. He lends out a hand, only to have it bitten by the dregs of the social circle. He has learned not to trust the cunning ways of women and seeks a deeper meaning of life and love. Kyle leads a lonely and oftentimes miserable life. His adoptive parents have been careless in tending to his needs and he is in isolation most of the time. He mourns his lost individuality and loathes his surroundings. The bitter illusion of the world has betrayed him. Caned by this mass of molten rock, Kyle has become to realize one can shelter himself from this ignorant, desolate, congregation of immaturity by concealing himself inside a glass womb made from spiderwebs and other trinkets of his desire. He is a real 20th century surrealist, ready for the new millennium in a suit of armor. Kyle is, at the present time, trying to pursue a career in modeling for a local bondage store, Fantasy Unlimited. Since he is of "Kinder" qualities, he is unable to fulfill this dream at the given time, although, in a few months he will be able to resume without worry. He is also searching for like-minded individuals to communicate with when impulses to socialize strike. Kyle has an eclectic taste in music and has an extensive collection of instruments in which he gathers from different sources. He has become enthralled with Middle Eastern music and hopes to form a band which dwells on Middle Eastern themes. Kyle is all a matter of opinion; he exists if you think he does, he doesn't if you don't believe it to be true. Like religion, and the basis of this "community" we have created, you can ignore or you can face the facts of a spiritual being. Regardless, the philosophy of this creation/obstruction will always be there, inscribed upon the tombs of the young and old, and in ancient texts of far away and nearby lands. Listen to your hearts, and follow your instincts. Carpe Noctem.