You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.

You've faced horrors in these past weeks... I don't know which is worse. The terror you feel the first time you witness such things, or the numbness that comes after it starts to become ordinary.

A mind is a simulation that simulates itself.

If all is Consciousness, experience its infinity, create your own journey through it, be amazed.

Writing to corroborate what you already think is the essence of bad writing.