Prologue
Have you ever stopped and examined your own existence? Not, "why am I here?" sort of existence, but, "I'm here," existence. Suddenly becoming fully aware of your surroundings. Year heart beat. Your lungs inflating and deflating. Your skin resting firmly against your muscle. Your muscle intertwined to attach itself to your bone. How your skeleton holds steady as your muscle floats, and gravity keeps you from disappearing into nothing. How cool the air feels against your throat, and nostrils every time you inhale. How warm and nonexistent it feels to exhale. Your nerves on fire from the touch of your clothing, or the water rolling off your skin.
You exist with so many others, but you're only away of your existence. You're only aware of the space you take up. You're only aware of your thoughts. Your feelings. Your sensations. No one else knows, but you. It's as if you're living one out of a billion story books, but one else can read it, nor can you read it for them because they are their own story book, and vis versa.
You will never truly know how someone breathes, or smiles. You will never experience their dreams. Their sadness. Their hunger for food, or sex. Their need to sleep. The wind on their skin as their hair prickles up, and small bumps form on the surface of their skin. You will never know, but there is something similar that you can experience, and that's to interact with them.
To focus on their touch. How they breath, or sit. The sound of their voice piercing the air to your ears. Their tongue against their teeth, or against your own. How they smell like dew when their calm, and salty sweat when they run. Their being close to yours, completely aware of each others presents. Then you share your awareness. Then your existence transforms into more than one, but two focuses bodies. You're still unable to experience their awareness, but you have just now heightened theirs. Now the contact has silenced the universe. Even with all of its mighty cosmic energy, you disrupted the says monotonise overtone. You transformed it into something memorable. Something exciting, and almost euphoric.
Sadly, it's a lie. You aren't truly touching the other person because it's physically impossible. You're chakra, and the other person's chakra repeals each other. You never fully touch. The wind, or food cannot touch your body as well. You only feel what is presented to you. Conversation is also a life because you will never truly understand, or feel what the other is conveying. You have your own personal experience, and perception molding your responses, and actions. Sound is based on the quality of your hearing, so it is based off your own wellness. No two pair of eyes will see an object equally. Some have limitations, or defects. You cannot share smell because some find garbage to be more appealing than roses. The only fact that is true is that you exist, but that can also be debated.
Uso mo hoben: lying is a means to an end. This is but the beginning of my mission.