Imagine The Self as Geometry:

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Imagine that you are not actually a person but instead merely a variable that makes up Nicolina as a f(n), and all of this is only an Asymptote towards N which is both a Dependent and a Constant.

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Imagine that-in this same Function-there is not only you but an innumerable amount of other Independent Variables that fall within every realm of reality and non-reality, and each of these has its own voice and all are conversing in separate dialogues with one another at all times (All variables sit at a computer screen where the amount of DM tabs is somewhere within the realm  of always stretching, but never actually reaching Zero or Infinity).  

 

Imagine for an instant that the dialogue continues all around you at all times.  (This dialogue being an inquisition of the Ebb that pulls the crick/river/stream/person/entity towards the dam/ocean/car-crash (your choice)).

 

Imagine for an instant that the dialogue also continues within you at all times. 

 

Now, again:  Imagine that both of those dialogues are happening simultaneously while also conversing with each other in and outside of yourself. Your atoms conversing with the traffic, conversing with a puddle, conversing with the concrete, conversing with time, conversing with light.

 

Or What’s more:  You, conversing with this page, conversing with this ink, conversing with me who is screaming at you from my dingy winter coat, that smells like cigarettes and throw-up.

 

Are you lost yet? 

Is the world getting louder?

 

This is good, 

This is grasping.

This is the skin that Nicolina crawls out of.