We are animals forced out of our natural habitat. We are the only species in the world who loves so weirdly. It's wildly (pun intended) creative way of living, I must admit. We are basically ghosts trapped in a house of bones and flesh sailing across the universe on a rock that might just be a figment of imagination if looked upon with relative size with respect to the universe.
That or we are a choticly unnerving combination of organic molecules not on steroids but consisting entirely of it.
That or I'm delirious. After all the consciousness theory does exist even if it's a theory. Or maybe it's just my delirious self.
