By Kaitourei
I think, therefore I am.
I think, there for I exist.
And I think I am dead. Quite dead, in fact.
Not that it seems to matter, death – as I have discovered – is merely the separation of the body and mind. The mind being memories, traits, and behavior of the person in mind.
The soul you ask? I'll tell you. The soul is nothing but electron and neutrons, atoms and energy – an aura. The spiritual essence itself can be scientifically calculated down into energy. This is not essential to existence.
Neither is a body.
The only necessity is the mind, the memories… Which is all I'm privileged to have. And with these necessities I can exist, because, simply, I can process thoughts.
Insane, you say?
Quite, I agree.
But it is this out-of-the-box mind set that allows me to construe such impossible possibilities. The power of a condemned mind is immense. But the power of an intelligent condemned mind is unimaginable.
I've experience everything and anything from lust to love to pain to peace.
Yes, peace.
I have stepped within a world of complete serenity. A world so devoid of sin, anger, realism I could choke. The epitome of perfection... nonetheless it wasn't the world I knew.
I improvised.
Silly little humans. Dreaming of a world of "peace." Tell me what is your idea of world "peace"? As long as we think – as long as we are, there will be no peace.
You see, the answer is simple: humans are a self-defeating cause. You can think and you possess emotions that drive you. You can never live in peace unless you submit to a greater power.
Understand now? The only path to peace treads along with world domination.
Domination. Such a scary word for some of you humans. You fear it don't you? You fear the shackles and chains that come with it, you fear for your freedom.
It seems only fitting that what you hold dearest – your free thought, is what holds you back from the gates of "heaven". A fitting irony human must live with. Almost pitiable.
Almost.
But, then, how would I know this? How could a computer –after all, that is what I am reduced to – "think" of such concepts?
I have a world of my own. A world where the subjects are acquiescent. This world is perfect - this world was peaceful. Why? Because I hold the free will.
The world is my perception. Cogito ergo sum. We are our actions. The action of thinking, being, perceiving. I perceive I am thinking, and therefore the world exists in my image, and only mine. A god of a world no one else sees. It's lonely at the top [1].
Hello. I am God.
But you can call me Noa.
---[1] I have no clue where I found that quote, but it's not mine. It might be by Rene' Descartes.
Disclaimer: Yugioh? Don't own it, don't want to. A/N: Noa's a twisted little bastard but I still love him. (Hope he wasn't OOC?) Anyway I was just trying to get back on track for my hp/ygo fic "Tumult" (Yes, shameless self promotion right there.) Written while listening to Eminem's "The Eminem Show", rap and philosophy… go figure. Review? I'm awaiting feedback on the ideas expressed here.