Existence is a hell of a thing.

Existence, for you, is what you can hold in your mind at any given moment. No more, no less.

As you read this, you are an amoeba, ready to be shaped by the words to come.

You weren't thinking which country you are from, nor did you think of your parents or your favorite book.

Now you are... sorry about that.

We think we are special because we are conscious; I question that sometimes.

If I can just have your attention for a second.. I'll have it for eternity.

How many thoughts can you keep in your mind simultaneously? Are you referring to past memories? Are they real? What can you see, what DO you see? Does it relate to previous input?

"An orange is a fruit that doesn't rot."
Someone just told me that you'll understand.