I don't really know what I'm doing here sometimes. On this planet to accomplish something, and I don't know the consequences, I just know the outcome of the moment. It is true we will go through challenges and can't really see that far ahead at all. Even so, we develop weird ideations of control, houses on shifting sand. I am building something too, leaving a message in the form of my imagination, creating art because I don't understand the attachment others have to structures and facts, what often becomes a prison for them while they beleive they have control. Sometimes my own world runs out of control anyway. I've made mistakes in building my world, it's no paradise. Everybody has to pay the piper, is what I'm saying.

We're all uncovering something. The world is strange even when you don't see it that way. If you beleive merely in material substance, you're kind of at a loss in the face of immaterial reality. It's simply the existance of opposites, it's not complicated. I listen to people and see that they talk business all the time, talk about movements over the map of personal conquest, who's who and who's not, it's very predictable. Like they're just yapping and saying the same thing over and over again, cycling like machines. Maybe that's harsh, but I can't identify with it either. Because they wouldn't care to hear what I have to say, you see. They're the others, the products of the force of conformity that has invaded our planet from within; the complete opposite of an alien attack. Am I an alien? Is the nature of otherness truly universal? In that case, all of us existing on the other side of the mirror are.