Time is an illusion. The mind and everything we think about is an illusion, an energetic rush we can’t get ourselves free from. Men-made creations. After all, it's all we have,  all we are and don’t know we are.

To all philosophers who look to destroy the only argument that allows us to exist, thank you. You have failed tremendously and allow us to contemplate the little we know about distorted reality. I am looking to reinforce certain connections, oblivious of what it might mean.

If I can’t make sense of my existence, I simply exist. It can get contradictory. As far as I can tell, the only unquestionable thin point would be a notion of self. Ego? Dead. Self? Energy in the contemporary. If I think I exist, right? I stepped on planet Earth and stopped asking questions for which no answer would ever give me peace of mind.

I believe in energy. I question the material realm that surrounds them. I am who I am due to everything I believe in. I am as complete as my beliefs are niche. I am reduced to insignificance and I generalise it outside. Connections and energy changes drive me in and out of life. Controlling those with some degree of sanity allows you to properly interact. You will always see me smiling. That’s the expression of whatever is going on inside, connections, acceptance and a harmonious expression of thoughts in a world of opportunities.