View: Who am I?
Oh, come on! You actually know me! You know who I am and what I stand for! You know my strengths and my weaknesses, you know my personality and what lies beneath my appearance… You can read me just by looking at the tip of my toe and by touching the print on my heel or its print on the sand. You can watch me through the lenses in my eyes, can feel the movement of my cells while going down towards my liver just to die, you can watch my senses sway against some other entities.
Actually, you know me better than I do! You are the one that can silently hear my brain thinking, you can blankly observe my reactions to day and night, you can see me tired and happy! I cannot… And it’s just because I am not there, I live without me, I feel none of what I actually experiment. I’m just like an experiment without witnesses. While you, you can be my witness, you can mount the cameras, you can take notes about me because you learned how to write in primary school. I am never there for myself, I forget I exist and let you do all the work for me! Now question: are you my slave or am I a parasite? You answer this because I cannot think on my own: do that for me too!
It’s a pity that not even modern medicine has come with an antidote for me… I could linger like this forever should I find the way to impede my death. Oh, come on, don’t think that I’ve started thinking for myself this time. This idea was just common to all so called humans, irrespective of the fact that they can be independent or not. I mean, wouldn’t you fancy some glory of you own, come to think you’re the -est of the whole pack of identical brothers you have? Wouldn’t you like to lead the horde towards the place where they will forever become under your command? No? It seems either you have let go of your human condition or you’re just an ordinary lier, just like most of us.
Just think for a second that I am your ‘universal’ conscience talking like I own you. Would you admit to me that I am right (in other words, would you lie to yourself)? Test: if you were my master, could I not be your slave? If yes, then the state of disillusion stays at the idea that men find themselves free although the truth lies near the other opposite of their spine. In conclusion, not to be driven by glory and self-conscience would be to have become a madman. Which one is better, stays for you to find out. Just so you know, you are not actually unique… On either side, you can only be a social animal following the one that cannot think for himself so that he lets you think and then takes the idea accepted by the majority.
Oh, and another thing: this sketch was not at all about myself because ‘you’ surpassed ‘I’ by far. So, to answer the question about my identity would be too simple: I am mad and I am going to die at the end of my life. Got it?
