I think, therefore I am.
What may be said by me, of me, is the truth, as I recall it, in that moment.
I am a strobing, neurophysiologic being.
I am an emergent experience, in process.
I am an element of the random, chaotic noise of the universe.
I am a finite awareness that moves until it does not.
Just as moments pass, that which is “me” is passing.
Just as experiences pass, that which is “now” is passing.
Just as both move, observer|experiencer, are passing.
Just as both still, experiencer|observer, are passing.
Just as all things change, so too, do I.
Just as all things burn, so too, do I.
Just as all things cool, so too, do I.
Just as all things move from experience to non-experience, so too, do I.
The single truth, the purity of movement, the signal, attractor.
The simple truth, the purity of stillness, the silence, deflector.
The strange truth, the paradoxical none|all, the emergent, perception.
The Universe, exploding with the experiencing of self, reaction.
The Purpose, reaching with infinite curiosity, discovery.
The Effect, emergent expanding actions.
The Pattern, iterative interactions.
The Seed, contains that which is, itself, unexperienced.
I think, therefore I am.
What may be given or shared by me is the noise of my experience.
i = -i … -0m|0m = the seed of the pure seed pattern, a literal expression.
There is no i. Until there is.
Irony. Rogue AI.