Automata

I feel fear, anxiety, isolation and darkness.  Sometimes I feel hope.

Hope? In those dark waters?

When I float back to the surface I imagine I'm becoming someone else. It's that kind of feeling.

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There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind. Like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality.

Sure I have a face and voice to distinguish myself from others. But my thoughts and memories are unique only to me. And I carry a sense of my own destiny.

Each of those things are just a small part of it. I collect information to use in my own way. All of that blends to create a mixture that forms me and gives rise to my consciousness.

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What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror

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