The Illusion Of Self In the fluid of the universe I exist as an eddy of energy that has become matter, one small swirl in an ocean of turbulence without which there could be no form.  For this one brief celestial moment of existence I can stand in awe and struggle to be less anthropomorphic.

my bad you didn't see me, my bad you didn't ask me, my bad you didn't kiss me, my bad you didn't love me, my bad.

Audio, video, disco.    I hear, I see, I dance?