There has always been a need to describe the literal abstraction of why us, humans [consciousness], exist. But before that, there is always the question; what defines such?
I started to think about that long ago, when I believed I have lost my former self, a former entity which described my past. A past, not so long ago, but feels like it never existed. I cannot blame myself for disregarding that, but you cannot too. After all, what do you know about me? There can be no solid proof that all of what I said are truths. There can also be no solid argument to actuate my very existence.
Do not be confused. What I said is meant to confuse you.
By the way, this is the door to my unreality. A val