You have no biological father. 'I AM' the first and the last.

[Dontaskme]

I AM is the empty space in which all illusory things, appear, disappear, and reappear.

Q:Who are you looking at, who are you talking to?
A: Yourself of course.

[Agent Smith]

"Who was that man?" Hess asked, very concerned. "Oh that was Mr. Potter. Decent chap, eh? Not always though. Just the other day he beat up some guy, a Donahue, for harrassing Ms. Gina. People, inscrutable, some of them at least." Hess was comforted by the information. "He, he, Mr. Potter took my hat, Desai" Hess said despondently. "Really? Why, I'll speak to him. Don't you worry Hess, we'll get yer precious hat back" consoled Desai. "Look at the time, it's already 8 o'clock (yawn)" Desai informed Hess.

Amanda was sittin' on the hood. Damien was drinkin' beer. The moon shone with a brightness that they'd not seen in the city. They watched, disinterestedly, as the lights of the big house they were lookin' at went off, randomly. The last room ... the silhouette ... of a man ... in a hat.

[Flannel Jesus]

These two accounts being run by the same person actually makes sense.

[alan1000]

Then is Doomsday near.

[Walker]

Q:Who are you looking at, who are you talking to?
A: Yourself of course.

And then what?

Until a boy becomes a man, or until a girl becomes a woman, the voice and sounding board in the noggin is a disembodied parent or two.

[Dontaskme]

Q:Who are you looking at, who are you talking to?
A: Yourself of course.

And then what?

Until a boy becomes a man, or until a girl becomes a woman, the voice and sounding board in the noggin is a disembodied parent or two.

A disembodied parent was once a disembodied boy or girl or woman and man.

The apparent disembodiment of self-detachment is attachment to illusions.

[Harbal]

"Who was that man?" Hess asked, very concerned. "Oh that was Mr. Potter. Decent chap, eh? Not always though. Just the other day he beat up some guy, a Donahue, for harrassing Ms. Gina. People, inscrutable, some of them at least." Hess was comforted by the information. "He, he, Mr. Potter took my hat, Desai" Hess said despondently. "Really? Why, I'll speak to him. Don't you worry Hess, we'll get yer precious hat back" consoled Desai. "Look at the time, it's already 8 o'clock (yawn)" Desai informed Hess.

Amanda was sittin' on the hood. Damien was drinkin' beer. The moon shone with a brightness that they'd not seen in the city. They watched, disinterestedly, as the lights of the big house they were lookin' at went off, randomly. The last room ... the silhouette ... of a man ... in a hat.

You sit around here and you spin your little webs and you think the whole world revolves around you and your money. Well, it doesn't, Mr. Potter. In the whole vast configuration of things, I'd say you were nothing but a scurvy little spider! And give me my hat back, you thieving bastard!

[Agent Smith]

"Who was that man?" Hess asked, very concerned. "Oh that was Mr. Potter. Decent chap, eh? Not always though. Just the other day he beat up some guy, a Donahue, for harrassing Ms. Gina. People, inscrutable, some of them at least." Hess was comforted by the information. "He, he, Mr. Potter took my hat, Desai" Hess said despondently. "Really? Why, I'll speak to him. Don't you worry Hess, we'll get yer precious hat back" consoled Desai. "Look at the time, it's already 8 o'clock (yawn)" Desai informed Hess.

Amanda was sittin' on the hood. Damien was drinkin' beer. The moon shone with a brightness that they'd not seen in the city. They watched, disinterestedly, as the lights of the big house they were lookin' at went off, randomly. The last room ... the silhouette ... of a man ... in a hat.

You sit around here and you spin your little webs and you think the whole world revolves around you and your money. Well, it doesn't, Mr. Potter. In the whole vast configuration of things, I'd say you were nothing but a scurvy little spider! And give me my hat back, you thieving bastard!

Danke!