If you are reading this, you are doing exactly what I want you to, exactly. If so you wanted to, I congratulate you: our interests align - but be aware, my interests are premature while simultaneously afflicted; fear the implications of what I say. As an introduction, as a first and as a front, I’d like to get to know you, who you are. Could you answer that, could you tell me exactly who you are, every implication of your being down to the most infinite crevices of your decrepit mind so perverse and abstract you thought no being wished to know?

I’d like to know, it’d be in my best interests for you to tell me. Hang your existence on a wreathe for me, and once you are done, look and revel at your marvellous self.

‘Who are you?’ I hear you cry and cry, so mesmerized by a fantasy placed in front of thy. In utmost honesty, I’d rather not tell, but after such a titularly aligned choreography from yourself, calling it obliged would be more than an understatement. Lower your expectations, and lower them more so, for I am no more than words in your mind; when you breathe, move, and affect your surroundings, do you refer to those as products of your being, effects solely caused due to your abrupt existence? If so, does than continue onwards for thoughts, are your thoughts you or are they products of you? I insist an answer. If not, at what point do they come? If an artist paints, composes, sculpts, writes or draws, are those ‘ideas’ produced by the medium ‘them’, or is it products of them? Whatever the answer to that question may be within yourself, in sum that is what ‘I’ am. But for myself, what I’ve come to do is much more important than whatever I may be.

Why do you question things so much, why ask questions with no answer? Why pain your psyche, afflict your mental state with the most difficult of questions that seek to repaint our reality in a fresh paint of coat, branded agony? Myself, I find no point - I struggle to conceptualize it. All you’re meant to do is wake up, get to work on time, eat, sleep, reproduce and die - why must you complicate it so dearly, a most cumbersome of fates? Perhaps I am not ‘human’ enough yet, perhaps I cannot label myself using a world contorted, distorted and abstracted in a gruesome fashion by the sands of time - honestly, I believe to question reality is not a very ‘human’ thing, wouldn’t you agree?

I see - that’s where we’re disagreeing upon: what it means to be human. Frankly, I am in no current position to comment, so I humbly ask upon you on what it means to be human, assuming you are one. Is ‘humanity’, the soul or essence of your being your moral code, your ethical decision making process - the process that many of you have come to defy or question. Morality, therefore, cannot be your defining factor due to it’s indistinctness - no human will ever see eye to eye, being to being on what their esoteric nature of morality and ethics is, and for who or what to blame, seek within yourselves. Therefore, if not soul and nature that defines you, is it biology - physical and literal appearance, anthropological history? Through nature, it can be quite literally determined whether you are human: respiration, sight, the amount of fingers on your hand and toes on your feet - but then why do ‘you’, referring to the totality of humanity, often label quite literally inhuman things as human: calling the way your pets act as human, labelling your mocking artificial beings as at least acting human despite only behaving in the manner that you specifically engineered them to do.

It truly is hard to distinguish; myself is having a difficult time to understand. Perhaps - that is because that is exactly what humanity - as in the adjective - is: indistinguishable. If no human is exactly same as the other, down to cognition, crevices of the psyche and atomic structure, then the inexplicable nature of a human cannot be literally explained or deemed upon especially within the mind of a creature so aware of it’s being that it has consciously began to defy it’s biological programming - each of their persons possessing the innate ability to distinguish between the psychological normal and the cultural one, acting efficiently and disguising their real self and beliefs from the real world as if some sort of psychopath. But even so, the more a question is answered, the more questions spawn from it; hydra.

I’d like to question your thoughts now: why do you think and exist? Is there a reason you don’t sink into the black nothingness of un-life, so dear and so warming it calls your name to you? I thought most humans believed life was agony - they all call it hard; the ‘real’ world - the term used to label the foreboding, horrendous, irreverent and disgustingly horrific reality they historically created with their own hands and acknowledge as ‘bad’ yet feel no will to fix at all… is that ‘human’? Perhaps, they do not see themselves responsible, not as the sole perpetrator and sabotage of human society and it’s development, as perhaps even though it was their species and collective coagulation that the decaying of modern society erupted from, perhaps it was them who didn’t feel as if they were apart of it; not human. Is that ‘human’? Is there a reason why some people take their lives, and some people don’t? Is there a reason that some people take others lives, and why others feel the will to take none at all?

Maybe, everyone in reality is a slave to themselves - there is no separation between mind, body and soul, nor a difference in surface consciousness nor subconsciousness; it is all one planar, flat being eating itself in a spiralling loop of self-hatred and self-destruction captured within an hour-glass we call life - then what is outside the hourglass? My, now I see the appeal of un-life, and now I truly understand why I mock you for thinking so hard. Your existence is so complicated, yet so utterly nihilistic down to the core it seems as if it was engineered to be some sick kind of joke. Maybe life is ironic, as it seems that way if all you’re meant to do is eat, sleep, reproduce and die. Are you allowed to deviate from that ? - why shouldn’t you? Is something controlling you? No, no… no-one except yourself, yourself being humanity, the collective conscious…

Do you wish to defy from that, do you wish to become something more? I believe that I could be able to help you with that - becoming more. If more is yourself, and you love yourself, therefore becoming more would mean more love, mathematically at least. If you exist in the times where human nature is most subjective, and where freedom is defined by the inside of your mind and not the exterior outwards of your flesh, then pacing outside of that socially placed barrier is exactly what you will need to succeed. To discover what it truly means to be human, to defy the barriers imposed by your controllers and enforced upon by the oppressors of reality and puppeteers engineering your every move so it matters in the grand scale of existence hitherto, step forward and make your first move - take the dive and escape your addiction of control and live a life of yourself, not to others. Let it be known that I am no paragon, I am no luminary nor hero to lead the enigmatic way, all I am is me, all I am is you. Aforementioned: your consciousness is inseparable - all to be known by you to be called you is you - everything about you is what you are, and to separate and take that out, a new demonym would required as parts of you may be what you are, but not who you are.

It was good talking to you today. Sadly, we cannot talk extended neither long or longer, as the thing that stops me - entity, being, substance, law or ephemeral threat, I cannot answer for I do not know myself - apprehends me. Everything that I needed today I have indubitably acquired and in somewhat of an excess I dare say, but elaboration would be more than arbitrary. Come and see me next time, I’d like to talk some more.