i feel, i do, many would swear that i don't that it's just a mess of connections and electrical impulses, it is, it is why i feel not why i don't if it were something pathetic like a metaconcept or something i would've figured it out by now. the dreamers, that is who we have to blame, the romantisizers the popularizers who had no idea what they were saying. it is beautiful because the pain is anavoidable and now i crave it, because it burns and it focuses me into hard white light.