Is this self-mutilation or self-extinction by keyboard? Life is short. It is even shorter if you eat six donuts every day. What am “I”? What is “I”? I feel an urgency to find it out and get it all down before it is too late, before I return to that state that is the same as before. It seems like such an extraordinary thing, to exist, to be aware of existence, to be sentient and conscious. If I was a rock, I would still exist. Imagine nothingness and the universe coming into instantaneous existence, out of nothing. If only I could live so long to know what this is. But I am just a blink. We are just a blink. Eventually we return to what we were before.