What are you?

It’s like that figment of a dream that flashes through your head; like a star disappearing when you look at it straight on; like the word that flies away from the tip of your tongue. It’s that voice in your head that tells you you’re you, whoever that is; that tells you it, and you, are going to die.

It’s consciousness, and we have no idea what it really is.

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