Why, why why.  Elusively, I grab pieces of consciousness that place them into my brain.  And after a moment has passed, I search for these holograms again.  Does practice make perfect when it comes to simply being?  It’s queer that a human is controlled by something additive such as an ego.  I would think that a body undergoing high-stress or ego-control could rid of such a hindering layer if our natural path was to be one at peace with the universe.

I could write a book on my speculations.  However, I more so enjoy discussing possible theories of the human psyche.  If any of you reading this would like to discuss philosophy/psychology/astrophysics, please please please do not hesitate.