I am all thumbs, knees, and elbows. A constellation, a fragment. An ecosystem of billions of flora. A bundling of opposites. A warm wind, a cool breeze. I am a complex neurosis. I am the god of not-quite-yet. I am the frothy edge of evolution's unfoldment. I am a hairless bipedal ape. I am patterned stardust that makes pattern-generating patterns. I am a cluster of habits, repressed memories, and unconscious behaviors. I am a linguistic meta-layer. I am node in a network.
I am the uncaused cause, I am the unmoved mover. I am the reality principle. I am the engine at the heart of creation.
I am just this stumbling dark. . . often troubled, often confused, often dissatisfied, sometimes