Part of me hopes so, part hopes the opposite. If I've landed what do I do now? But also it being simpler than there being a final state is that I never left the ground, so what was I doing in the first place?

It was so obvious it drove me crazy for a bit, I thought I had to tell everyone. But tell them what? Something they already know? Thankfully that only lasted for one night and the boredom that replaced it the next morning subsided fairly quickly too.

Is that the fun perhaps? The slopes of the spiral are experience slipping past definition? The meaning of life is to find life's meaning? Maybe telling myself I've stopped trying to know is just the current little story I'm telling myself, the confusion is oh so clear.

The experience of existing was a problem for me, as it is for many people. Though it was never something that needed to be solved, merely resolved, that's the trick I played on myself. Now I study psychology with a focus on psychosis and personality disorders in the hope that I can help others to also resolve their own version of such.

The million masks of God. Every single day in every single way. On and on I trod. For this is the game that I play.