...mostly I am here, inside the walls of my skull orienteering the sponge.
The inside of the head is a grotesque chaos, teeming with childish irresponsibility, insolence, instinct, and indifference. Always ending up with what it wants, one way or another, via actual attainment or bubbling neoroses. Torrid in its putrid love affair with immediate gratification, bending over backwards and every which way to get itself every wish and desire in such uncare - the ingrate!
Our reason, while having been developed masterfully via evolution and now separating us from ape, often no match for such power. And our external, our face to the world? ...oh god...
And what have we? An ironic 'will to power'. A will to power of our spouses, and coworkers, and others; to control our surroundings and all insignificant pieces of our lives; to explain everything, including the universe and its creation; and so on. All while we cannot control ourselves in the slightest. Ha, perhaps the universe IS the more trivial solution.
Still unstable at best, us prizes of evolution.
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