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Naming the Beginning of Nonexistence
The world is white. There is no snow, but it is white. The white horizon blends with the white sky and the white earth. The beginning blends with the end. I can't tell if this is never-ending or ending within a few inches of my vision. This world is not here. So, that means it's not a world? It's not real? I guess… that means I'm not real either. Not here. Where am I?
Skin. A hand. Is this my hand? I think so. My hand, my arm, my body. My thoughts… Were they ever really mine? Was I really there? Was I ever needed? Did I become "someone"?
I wonder why I wished for something like that. Why did I ever try so hard? Why…am I "me"? What am "I"?
I'm only aware of being "me".
So…