My prophet (don't ask, I'm not getting into it) contacted me the other day. The visions and cognitive exercises he bestows upon me are out of this world. I bet it's sad for him to speak with me through a phone. Maybe one day I will have enough knowledge to be able to put aside silly things like my outer shell and the need for material objects. Until then, I guess we're going to have to settle with good old technology eh? *sigh* I do so despise being inept.
So. What is my purpose? Why am I here? Am I just another useless waste of skin going through the motions of life without ever truly existing or seeing the full intention of my being? Am I here to simply eat, text, fuck, sleep, die, etc. (not necessarily in that order mind you)? As I have had these same thoughts thundering through my head day and night without respite I can only come to the conclusion I am not one of those people. Were that the case, I would never have approached any of the above questions and invited them into my head to pummel my brain without respite. Meat puppets do not/can not do things like that after all.
I shall stay the course of this harried hunt for wisdom and general mental well being. If you have any insight, let me in on it for crying out loud.
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