Right
now, it feels like this. What "it" is and what "this" is remains
unclear and unknown. But what is known about both is that both are
shifting constantly so as to make them both eternally elusive to any
sort of actual reason or measurable comprehension but somehow my very
Identity, my construction of coherent selfhood as a consistent being
depends on the momentary shifting elusive inconsistent reality of both.
How we exist even a moment without being in awe of ourselves is beyond
me. In brief, you rock.
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