I ve been plagued by an idea. It has infected my mind.

It has spread from some unk nown into my psyche, so that I believed It before I even believed in it. It is t his: I do not exist. What is an atom? For so long we thought it to be a singular unit of measurement, a pixel of space and time. We were wrong. Atoms turned out to be a collection o f small particles, a cluster of protons and neutrons, orbited by electrons. Diff erent combinations of these particles were given different names, and defined as elements. But are they truly things? Is an Atom, which is a collective, a thing ? This is where I became confused. Can something simultaneously be a collective, a nd an individual? Does society exist, or does each individual human? I wanted to conclude that it was obviously both, but somehow I couldn t. I knew that context was important, and if that was so, wouldn t the context of that context be importa nt also, ad infinitum? Perhaps the wider your perspective became, the more you w ould understand. We cannot nail down any sort of individual, as it turns out tha t even the things that make up atoms are aggregates of quarks, which are really just expressions of higgs-boson probabilities. I then became convinced that it w ould continue infinitely downward, that the entire universe was a magnificent fr actal. That is when I achieved Nirvana. I knew. The only thing is everything, an d that means I don t exist. Arbitration was the key. Humans invented atoms. We observed a phenomenon, and de cided that this aggregate was a thing . I could see no reason to separate a particu lar volume of three dimensional space as an object. I saw no distinction between the chair and the floor it stood on. I saw no distinction between me and everyt hing. Time works the same way. I m experiencing this moment, and I always have been. My biological perception works upon a constantly but arbitrarily defined NOW . There i s no Now, there is only Always. If only we could exceed our necessity for arbitr ation. If only we didn t have to view things as separate entities. It s just like th at HH guy said, existence must remember that it is everything. Ego death was a bit weird at first. If I m everything, then why am I referring to myself as I? Why am I referring to myself at all? This made me begin to question what awareness is, what the human condition is like. I began to seek definition to something that was my entire scope. That s how I knew. Humans define things; i t s the core of our perception, of our thoughts, and of our very concept of self. My hand feels resistance, and my skin feels a smooth, polished surface. My eyes see a shape sort of like an hourglass, with a large white cone above it, with a hole instead of a point. This is the nature of our senses, of our perceptions. I t is only once those perceptions are used by the brain do they get perspective. Only my brain can tell me that the object my perceptions saw was a lamp. This, t hen, was the nature of the brain: To define regions of sensory data as individua l, self-contained objects. The brain even defines non-objects as a sort of objec t, Love being an individual thought, a concept. What object, then, are we? Do we arbitrarily define ourselves? I say yes. In rea lity, a human s concept of self is simply their entire accumulation of data. Everyth ing they ever see and do, think and hear; the sum accumulation of their percepti ons. Their life. It Is everything that ever happens in their brain. A human is a self-contained unit of thought. No external thoughts enter the clos ed system of the human mind. When I speak, I use my mouth to use a series of pre -defined words to approximate my thought as best as I can form it, and you decod e it as best as your ears can. The thought you form is not my thought transferre d to you, but your own newly created thought, in your own self-contained brain u nit, based on a series of perceptions you ve experienced.

Self is, in essence, simply our assumption. We only have access to a small set o f data, and so we decide that set must have some intrinsic meaning. This is the core of human morality. We are so desperate to define, so thoroughly designed ar ound the detection of differences. The fact that every human only ever experienc es himself is the source of all lies, all human prejudices and injustices. It is impossible to step into another s shoes. Impossible. Impossible. It cannot h appen. The thing cannot be done. You can imagine the shoes, and you can possibly reason what the shoes may be like, but no man has ever actually worn another s. O ur minds our our own, and it seems that for the nonce they remain so. Do not bew are of technology that allows for the reading of minds. For in reading another s m ind, the greatest thing that can be gained is perspective. The consequence of all that thought was startling. Distinction became only a bio logical invention, not a true concept, and thus everything I could understand, e verything I could know, would be horribly limited and false, as I would only be able to view it through my lens of distinction. The only way a human can see the world is incorrectly. That is madness: To know that what you know is false.