i hide myself in the shadows
my “i” shines through the darkness and the flourishing of the shadows which i produce and surround myself with; which surround me with themselves, unbeknownst to me
bright shadows
bright shadows

the Oneness, or the multidimensiality of the fractal sets, the so-called “hivemind” of bits of consciousness that exist in every existing particle of the material world, all of them interconnected no matter the distance. But I’m repeating myself here. I wasn’t sure if I should write out these thoughts or not, but I concluded that verbalising my experience would be more worthy than keep it all to myself.

Am I Empty? Or am I a Universe containted within itself? Or is it that the whole Universe, in itself, is Empty?

I take pride in my works of art, I think they give me value as a person. But why should I engage my thinking in these “market economics” concepts of “value” as applied to myself?
So if I get rid of all things that make me proud of myself, of all things that feed my ego, of all things that I consider to be particles of the grandiose collage that I have determined as “myself”, who do I become then? What is left when all is gone? What remains when nothing else does?
Some would consider this question to be unreasonable, as it is built on a paradox. But aren’t all concepts directly related to what we call “life” and “consciousness” are, at their core, built on dichotomies and the paradoxes that those dichotomies create? Why is it that all human logic can be reduced to a dichotomy? Essentially, one or zero? Perhaps that’s one for the proponents of the Simulation theory.

But if you go beyond all dichotomies in which human logic, consciously or subconsciously, operates — what remains then? Is there a God? Who am I addressing all these questions to?

If there is a God, I will appear before him stripped of what I can “myself” entirely, to nullify and dissolve with Him, essentially becoming Nothing. But what created us if we all came from nothing? Who am I addressing all these questions to?

By writing this out, I already accept that it will become seen by somebody other than me, because that’s what my ego dictates. At the same time, it is, quite paradoxically considering the subject matter, a very personal writing. Perhaps, by marking it out clearly as my Weakness, I can nullify what I consider to be my “Weakness”. Perhaps, none of the written above even makes any sense, or appears to be too arrogant, since those who read this may already know all the things that I have talked about. What have I talked about? Is there a memory?