"I" am turning into "We"
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Prologue
The Greeks believed that humans once had 4 arms, 4 legs, and 2 faces. We were powerful, but arrogant in this form. Zeus feared this, and split us into two. Cursing us forever to wander the world searching for our "other half."
The Vitruvian Man by Leonardo Da Vinci depicts the "perfect" proportions a man can have. Some could say it is the depiction of the perfect human being. The perfect human having 4 arms, and 4 legs. A human who has found his "other half."
"I" is a pathetic existence. One cannot experience all the wonders of life by themselves. "We" must connect, "we" must experience all that this life has to offer. Zeus separated us, but did not rid us of the lust we have for connection.
My name is Issac Bennett. Not Earthworm. I can still think, which means, "I" still exist. In what state I do not know. I haven't been blessed with Insanity, and at this point, I don't think I will be. My only hope is my thoughts will be smothered by the screams of billions. I will turn into a drop of water in an ocean of minds. Then my existence will end. Then "I" will be dead.
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