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I wonder why I survived birth as I find little to no value in being except the regrets of consciousness. The basis of all thought is only a reflection. What we have seen or heard. We learn by observation and the process of relation and yet don't understand what we have seen. The sun is like a lone star. We all know it's heat, but it has no investment in us, and we can't invest in it. When will I learn this, to shine in the cold darkness of space without sadness or joy? But of course if we are truly living, then the suggestion of emotion shouldn't be present, should it? I much prefer moonlight, it seems to me neither sad nor happy, but resplendent. Glowing in the cold dark.