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Life is a wedge but driven deep, forming the bear spine of thought, the raw enthusiasm to exist, to create, to consume. Awareness is the gateway to insanity. To be aware is to be overwelmed. The mind is a Delusional Self, constantly sorting through direct relations and affairs. The intricaticity of this world, this universe, is bigger than us, bigger than this third rock from the sun. The puzzle piece will never know the full essence of the picture. The tree will never see the full and thick forest. Delusional self is the eye of existence.

     The simplest form of Self starts at the smallest element of life, a cell. One cell is but a miniscule One. Many cells, formed, woven, make up a society of cells, interacting, forming what we call organs. MAny organs working together, repeat process after process, flowing blood, barcoding food, killing off disease. This society of organs is a being, the furthest our comprehension will reach. For the sake of this piece, I shall use humans as the example of beings. Many beings, billions even, move, live, think, every moment, every second. We are only but aware of our own thought. These billions of humans make up a One, a society, an earth of beings. One earth. Many planets such as ours, starts, energy, nebulas, make up the universe, and so on and so on.

     Every reaction is but a warning of an equal yet opposite reaction, from the most obvious of things, to the most intricate. I press my pen to the page, and ink is produced. My action forms but a reacion. IT is all aging cobwebs oftime, roamed by billions of spiders, perspectives, questions. And so shudders the structured chaos of interaction.