I don’t really believe that I exist… If I did, is it a black and white issue? I do… I don’t. Am I the meat that is me? Am I the crystalline structure of my neurology or the bioelectric flow of emery? Am I a collection of impulses from the collective trillions of cells that make up me? Am I a lowa with amnesia riding an animal in a far away dream? Possibly a simulation or a mirage of consciousness in an electric universe.
Or I’m just myself taking time to do what the universe contrived to put me here to do… making a drawing while thinking to myself.
Zygote Blum 