I’m gonna smack my infinite self in the mouth!

I am an infinite something, squashed into a little water bag called a body. Sometimes, I can feel my endlessness, my vastness. I know that I am exquisitely and impossibly strange, weird but at the same time so cosmically (and perhaps comically) beautiful.

I am something that is indescribable and unique. I have existed forever so contain forever within my own being but it is another forever… how strange.

I am so light and so dark that my faulty human senses cannot comprehend. I am both threatening and welcoming, unpredictable yet comforting. I am something more than I can describe.

While I am imprisoned in this watery robot, my mental insight as well as my memory is also imprisoned. From this, so limiting, human point of view, I cannot explain or understand anything so vast and so strange. But it tickles my senses to try and imagine it’s wonders as well as it’s darkness.

This infinite something, somehow and probably for good reasons, decided to enter this physical existence on planet Earth. Personally, I think it was a foolish error and that there are much better places to visit than this dirty little life-sucking world. In fact, when I return to this infinite self, there is a good chance that I will be tempted to use my martial arts training to teach it a lesson.

And really, who cares? Because this vastness, this infinite something, is me, more of me, so I can do what I want.

When you think about it, it needs to be taught a good lesson. If it was essential that I come into this world why wasn’t I given a few tricks to make my life easier? Surely it wouldn’t have hurt anyone if it was me that invented the computer, or at least invented something wonderful at 19 years old so that I could live off the royalties for the rest of my life.

Stupid infinite something, I‘m warning you now, when I return there’s gonna be big trouble. Pow! Could even be the big bang all over again!