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well, here i am. a testament to utter existentialism. looking out beyond the horizons of my eyes. I cant really see much more than that. looking back at th flow of my life time. i wonder if its really continuous. did really happen in the standard eb and flow, thats so popular in modern thought. all i can remember are peices, paradigms, really. i can see certain shifts in them. . . throughout my life. perhaps a testament to discontinuity. nothing is really true how we remember it, right? all i have is my perception. . . my perception to guide my experiences and use that to channel my thoughts and actions. I wonder what action led me down to this path, to have me wind up sitting here, envisioning me in my own folded arms, a heavy wind blowing around me in the darkness, continuing on into the distance.