Prima Pars
Si nescitis linguam hanc, excuso. Tamen, conabor dicere in lingua Britanniae et triborum Saxonium.
Zs, gszg rh yvggvi. Mld, R hszoo zggvnkg gl zmhdvi gsv yrt jfvhgrlm: Why have I done this?
No reason in particular, but reason is in essence just another way that our wonderful pragmatic species attempts to make sense of this world which seems inherently random and unpredictable.
Why do the birds fly? To go somewhere warmer.
Why is the sky blue? Because blue light is scattered best by the atmosphere.
Why does time move forwards? Okay I'm not entirely sure, but if it moved backwards surely we wouldn't be here to ask that question.
What is this story about? What are stories usually about? Damsels in distress? Dragons falling beneath the heroes clad in steel? Entire civilizations sprung up and gone in a day? It's about the story which it tells, if one can consider it a story at all.
Have I gotten sleep? Yes, plenty, but I figured that something like this doesn't need the act of being deprived of sleep, not anymore.
Who are we, really? We are a conglomeration of cells, bound together and serving specific functions determined by environmental factors such as chemicals which turn genes on and off, made up by smaller molecules, in turn made of atoms, which in turn are made of quarks and leptons, which may or may not be strings vibrating in three wonderful dimensions! We are many, which become one. We are one, which becomes many.
Why did I answer these questions? Why did I posit these questions?
Not even I am too entirely sure as to why.
