As absurd as this may sound, it is a fact I had never quite realized up until that point. In a very literal way, I had not realized that I live in my body, and what people perceive to be me is my body.
I suppose the logical conclusion of this reasoning leads to some very challenging yet interesting questions: What is the nature of identity? What is an individual? Is consciousness a biological phenomenon? Why am I blogging about my inconsequential existence?
The most appropriate way that I can summarize my state of mind at that exact moment would be to say that I forgot who I was and remembered who I am. Sensical? Not quite. Accurate? Yes. Though to be fair, communication is dependent on mutual experiences through which the decoder may understand the message, and I am relying on an experience, namely, this revelation, which it is not reasonable to assume that my readers have had. Perhaps I will blog in the future about the nature of communication.
In any case, onward!
What, you may be curious to know, induced this revelation?
That night I had been out carousing with my fellow TASPers following pubspeaks, but I do not believe that this was the primary impulse behind my miraculous mirrored manifestation.
Instead, I would cite an accumulation of extreme cynicism, whereby I have begun to question the integrity of the very people with whom I discuss my cynicism. My hatred for the inanity of everyday life has become so intense, so unbearable, that my mind attempted to block it out, and up until last night, I had, unbeknownst to me, been wearing a mask. I would hardly say that I have abandoned this mask completely, but I would like to think that I have at least gone Phantom, hiding only the part of myself that would result in my rejection from society.
For the gigantic portion of the Internet that does not know me personally, I suppose it would be helpful to explain the nature of my cynical state of mind. Whether or not it would be a bastardization of my own cynicism to post the details of this very trait is irrelevant, because if I do not cede this point, no one will ever want to read anything I write because it will be practically indecipherable.
In that case, I propose to briefly expound upon my specific form of cynicism in a post to follow shortly.
-marcus.
Note: I am aware that "sensical" is not a word in the English language. However, I am not pretentious enough to defend the purity of my native tongue. That said, let it henceforth be known to all readers that the vast majority of apparently inappropriate diction is intentional. If, however, you do find a mistake in any of my posts, feel free to correct me.
