The purpose of everything I know is the flow. I flow. I see. I believe. Now I know that I must deceive you. There's nothing wrong with what you say. It's just that I don't like hearing what you have to say. I'm comfortable with my feelings because I'm wise in my dealings. What is the end of time? What is the end of my mind? Do I have to believe you? Do I have to know you? Why are you here? That's why I'm afraid of everything that I do. That's why I love everything that I do.
So, I wait for a thought or two and then nothing happens. There isn't a whole lot for me to think about. When not stimulated my mind tends to flatline. Could that be the other side of the world spinning? That could be a million people looking at what happened to them when they gave up wanting. I don't know what that means. I don't know what anything means. I don't know who I am or how I got here. But here I am and this is all I have to say and it's not much. I can say that I have nothing to say over and over and over again. Can I learn it? Can I earn a living that way? The world is everything that I want to feel. I don't feel anything so what am I going to say? That’s enough. It is probably too much.
