I’m not really sure as to what the point of writing this is. Or “what” this is. Maybe it’s the service of the fear of being forgotten, the ego shouting at my conscious mind to be heard and that it’s important. But does that mean the ego isn’t me? Is it using me as a muse for it to be heard? I almost sound mentally ill don’t I? But then, who am I? We all wear many different hats in order to achieve many different outcomes. Perhaps the ego encompasses all those hats we wear to speak on behalf of the entire group? Regardless, I have the urge to create some form of recording of my existence and how I interpret the world as I live in it.
Life as Benny 