Behold, the marvel of marvels.
I am I, I exist to exist not through my doings, but through the doings of self which is not me, but I.
This breath in my lungs, this surreal sensation of familiarity keeps me ever standing not as a stranger in this existence, I am fundamental. I am worthy to be, and to know I am a beautiful representation of creation itself, to be one with itself, and speak through itself, so that others may come to recognize itself as itself. There is no other than I, for I is all....