I am a witness for a self-aware world, a world that's not just chunks of matter, but an organism that dances matter into an entity that can know. It can know truth and fiction and the truth of fiction and the fiction of truth. It turns order into disorder, but with knowledge salad on the side. I'm a compartmentalized agent of a super-organism that is beyond my capacity to understand or speculate the purpose of. I am a lonely witness.


You are observer of your own world, you put it very rightly.
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I thought you expressed your thought about being a lonely witness very well. i enjoyed reading this poem.
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Thanks
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Knowledge salad on the side …. Nice 😃
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Not so lonely ~ you have friends here!
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