Woah, man. Did you know just how, like, infinitely, hideously, mind-wreckingly unknowable universe really is... ? Dude, woah. I mean, I've hit some gnarly waves in my 4 bill+ surf, but, those things that like, showed up before time? Man, they really make you wannagagahamphunnamah. Grigglibodofracamoomoo califvatsakeema kisacanet cichibufumbi @%(GANALABAB=AB Ahwwi haABAPWG !!!!

So does anybody have a copy of The Psych of Mind and Other Realms, Unexplored, that I could, like, read over your shoulder? The Self Aware Library was totally out, and started throwing other books at me like Mermaid Wrangling for Fun and Profit and Carnie-speak for Beginners but I've totally already read those.

Oh, dude, the lunch lady is so harshing on my buzz!!!! I rolled into the cafeteria, ready to push some nurishment into the earth unit, and she starts hassling me about ID! I said it's hard enough for me to keep any kind of ego in place, surfing the edges of the froth of the cosmic wave for eons and whatnot. I see eyeballs and and arms and wings and tentacles growing out of the wavefront all the time, and I'm just boppin' along, finding my happy nest here and there, and here I am at Psyhigh dude, and that's a big enough feat after 4 billion years, don't you think? And now I need some kind of outside symbol of my self, some "ID," so your tiny empire in time can think it has a piece of me? When I woke up this morning this school didn't even exist, and it will be long dead by the time I go to sleep, so who are you fooling by pretending this wave isn't crashing round you all the time? Jeez, lunchlady, I know it's not your fault, but the evolution of consciousness starts with Y O U!

So I've been surfing the Wave, man. So have you!

Dude. H U G E cosmic wave. I got caught up in it, like, 4 billion years ago.