It's All I Wanted
I discuss with this incredible man a philosophy. This philosophy exists for years within the wrinkled tissue of my Thinking Machine. Only now does this man put to words what it is I all ready know. These words trickle from his mouth, float through the air to caress my ear and eventually spill into the inner space only to saturate my conscience. Never before did another human converse with me about this imbedded knowledge. This deposit in a partly enclosing mass begins to seep its way to the Core of Thought. The theory of a man: A baby will be born, individual soul in its purest form. Consider this newborn a crystal ball. Environment, Emotion, and Earth will shatter this delicate structure. As that one human babe grows, the shattered pieces will grow as individual entities. Those fragments will fight one another to create what one calls Self. Hence the different faces of emotion or personality. My anger will be one self, happiness another, depression yet another, and so on. And what results from an individual's inability to control these many Self's: bipolar syndrom, multi-personality, and schizophrenia (to a certain degree). These conclusions present themselves as logical and applicable to my person and direct environment. This is what I am searching for. Not these ideas, they've resided in my psyche since the Beginning. I searched for these words, for these sentences. This is it.