I am the person who stands in the center of the storm, can't even fully perceive the events that hit them, and is constantly looking for the horizon... I have an impulsive disposition,

I have not found my own position; everywhere I encounter transience, unity,

unison, gray layers, where others see sharp divisions between black and

white... And I am the transition itself, which will end like - it will not even

know that it is over... The greatest suffering and

relief lies in this inevitable transience that we call life, which is

constantly moving towards an end that is ultimately as illusory as life itself. When you die, you don't even

know you've died anymore, because what we call consciousness is fatally out of

order, and without consciousness, even existence itself does not exist. Considering all this,

sometimes I don't even know who I am... Perhaps I am a simple nihilist

who sinks into existential chaos, their own emotions are illogically pulled

here and there like invisible threads, while they perceive - objectively,

Objects and events are given properties by subjects, and objective reality

exists independently of itself without understanding or opinion. Anything perceived, as well as

thought, originates in the subject and is therefore subjective... Perhaps I would only call

I myself am a subject, but that would not be an absolutely objective epithet

either... And if we take into account

that consciousness determines existence, subjectively, I am that, I am me, but

This is also a matter of perspective and dispute for others...

Me, Myself And I

Grouvya!