Like a quantity divided by zero, I am undefined.
I am cognition in your mind.
I slip through your fingers when you try to figure me out.
You and I are very alike, we are not what we think we are, and are
what we think we are not–we are all in limbo, not chicken limbo.
You try to define me and through my actions your intuition is guided,
but it leads to a dead end, as soon as you try to comprehend.
I alone know who I am, let’s not pretend, and learn to be authentic.
A world full of lies mixed with a self-knowledge which rest on an unstable
foundation will lead this nation straight into oblivion.
Know thyself, said the great thinkers, and strive to be good.