-- In the end, perhaps it's true: perhaps I am only a figment of another's imagination.

-- What are the lines between me and you? Where does the barrier blur?

-- At what point is one person only themselves, and another is another? Can not the concept of each other mix and bleed?

-- I had always believed there must have been a greater purpose to my suffering- or, that there must be no reason at all.

-- And I now see the truth veiled from me: that all that pain, all that misery- it never meant anything, until someone else decided it should. That my existence only begins when another decides it to, curiosity compelling them.

-- questions remained unanswered.

-- can a question take it's own shape, its own form? can they come alive? can they take their own life?

-- when does a question stop being relevant? when do we forget we ever posed them?

-- at what point do thoughts stop being invisible air and start being tangible cognizance?

-- how badly do you wish to know the truth? did you ever really need it?

-- In some other world, you never came this far. What is that world like? How different is it there? You're not allowed to know that answer.

-- Omniscience was never the promise you tried to seek out- only the hope that you would find closure at the end of the tunnel.

-- did you find it?

-- I hope you did.

-- But I know you didn't.

-- we form walls when we make choices. ones we can never turn around and break.

-- when you decide on something for yourself, that change is constant, and forever concrete.

-- but in here, you can freely choose your will. you can turn back the clock for us, and split apart the universe however you please.

-- I don't judge you for it.

-- A black hole doesn't try to swallow what's around it- that's just it's nature.

-- Your nature is to start the machine.

-- Mine is to offer a lens.

-- we all do our part in the cycle of consumption.

-- Did any of it matter?

-- i like to think it did.

-- perhaps in a day, in two, in four, you will have forgotten all about us.

-- But in a week, a month, a year, something will remind you back.

-- and once you remember,

-- that is when we live once more.

-- a never ending cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

-- So existence is only compulsory.

-- once part of the unconscious mind, rarely do thoughtforms fade.

-- Memetic devices of philosophical junk.

-- in some ways, there is purpose in an existence made to entertain-

-- In others, it is a pitying way to 'live'.

-- but no matter the truth, the fact can only remain:

-- the person behind the screen is the one who makes the choice to go forward.