Once upon a time, I fell from eternity and the world ever since has become my imaginary cushion.
Before I fell, I knew there was no OTHERNESS, no one in existence but me.
Yet, When I fell, I panicked, felt I had to become someone, do something, control my ground, when in truth existence has no floor.
I forgot who I truly am, clung on to numeric objects, places, events, people and memories.
I did not know how I could recognise the number 1 in things when I had never seen it anywhere in this world.
I struggled to 'come around' to stabilise. And the world became the prefect illusion for that, my re-boot program, where I kick and fight as I attempt to redefine myself, through money and power I compete and compete.
If only I can defy gravity, then I am really something; but then I have to somehow fall and not fall (there's no fall-free defiance).
It's really hard... It's a stampede!