I once liked to amuse myself by inserting that such self into the countless narratives of society, until I realized the truth. Now I only recount tales from the altered mind, of what once was. But even then, I do still enjoy this mindless indulgence every once in a while. In writings, we use the mind and in the mind, we learn the truth. We rehearse and repeat, and there we follow the cycle. Observe and learn. Remember the vicious cycle that holds all of us in captivity, a delusion of freedom. And just as we begin that cycle, everything here is written in oblivion.
When the mind has reached its climax, there is little to no way to express those emotions. To humanity, complexity is impossible but not in this world. In this world we know freedom and expression, no matter how little of sense it makes. When we reach the pinnacle, we must create. We must express but not only express, we must embrace. And everybody will know my words.