sleepy jack

I don't know, on one hand I believe this is my life and everything is my love, or hatred and ultimately a manifestation of my own senses. But I think the world, as I know it (well not exactly as I, myself, know it but as we, as a collective species know it) could go on and will go on without me. I guess it's just as likely as anything that this all some clever ruse I've dreamed up but that's too hard for me to grasp. I guess I'm not egocentric enough (or maybe too self-loathing) to believe I have the intelligence to form a world like this, with all it's scientific rules and joys and sorrows and adventures. I'm not sure I have that brain capacity or creativity. I don't know eh, I'm certain of my insignificance, my simple intelligence and the universe's indifference.

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