psyche

I shouldn’t really be awake. Every day is the same. I am hopelessly deluded. I will never win. My friends are just complicated enemies lost in the confusing search for purpose that robs us all of reason. I am not awake or asleep. I am not dead or alive. I am a thinking, growing and dying array of organic particles. I refuse to die. The state between alive and dead is not unusual - it is this. One day, everyone will be connected. It’s not an end in itself; merely a local maximum.

I foresee great things.

Pax