A Model Picture of our Reality
Nothing can be said or shown in this short form that would let you even begin to understand the extent of what i believe that can at same time maintain the law of just how genuinely i expect what i say or represent to be understood as
The Girl That is the World Itself:
A singular soul lies within a sea of souls even as it looks upon a singular scene. if you indefinitely knew what you could see beyond...


If I were just a nameless flower blooming in a field then I could simply let myself blow in the wind, but I was born with the destiny of the rose. born to a brilliant and tempestuous life the rose, the rose blooms nobly the rose, the rose perishes beautifully...
The Girl That is the World: Addendum Through Time and Understanding
During a class in primary school, I was staring at parts of my body like nails or hair and then as I looked more closely at them I became aware of the particles which make up my body. Then I realised there are even smaller parts than the air which are still parts of me and all the particles like that of my classmates or of a chair there are no boundries between us. Even the desk was "me". Then I thought of myself being split in two. One as the particles and one as the person who became conscious of such things. That made me feel anxious and scared so I tried to distract myself from my thoughts but instead I felt so lonely. Because all of the sudden I found myself yearning, for all things in this world. They became so dear to me and I wanted to hug all of them and forget everything else. But then I realised I was taking a lesson and I tried to stay until the end of it.
It was this feeling.
I mustn't run away.
