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It is not difficult to carry me...................................it's impossible!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sitting in a dark room. There's no light at all. No sound. I can feel my eyes with my fingers, my ears ,too, but I see and hear nothing. I remember nothing. I have no past. and because I see and hear nothing, I have no present. I simply am. That's my reality. I AM. I feel like a stroke victim imprisoned within a body and brain that no longer function. I can think, but not of any specific images. I feel more than I think. And what I feel is this: Who am I? Where did I come from? Was I always here? Will I always be here? These thoughts don't nearly fill my mind. They are my mind. There's no time as we know it, only the questions changing from one to another. Eventually, the questions resolve into a single mantra: Where did I come from? Where did I come from? I'm a brain-damaged man sitting in a room for eternity, asking one question of the darkness.........

Man he eat the barracuda
Barracuda eat the bass
Bass eat the little flounder,
'Cause the flounder lower class.
Little flounder eat the sardine
That's nature's plan.
Sardine eat the little worm,
Little worm eat man.