that's why we cling to alternative ideas, in the hope that more mysteries will be revealed to us, until the ultimate question is answered about who or what we really are and where we came from.

for some reason people like us feel as though we are more than what we are told we are and we search for the answers everyday, until we start going mad because no one knows.

this is not narcissism on our part, rather we feel something very terrible has happened to us -- like we had some incredible power prior to being born here, and we have a deep feeling of unrest because we have been stripped of our power, taken from our true home, and imprisoned here as nothing more than lowly slaves by some very lowly, yet very deceptive force.

does this make sense or is my chain of thought really inspired by early religious conditioning? the need to know who i am grieves me because there's no satisfactory answers.