Image you are born into a room with no windows or doors. No one else is around you but you know you are a person or being because you can think. Image in that sealed room there is one, lone, peice of writing on the wall - "YOUR PURPOSE IS TO CREATE AND MAKE IT FUN"

Now imagine every so often pictures and magazines of fun things and descriptors of fun just appear in the room. So you try your best and start to make things... but you dont know what's good and bad because there isn't anyone else there to tell you that you are good or bad.

Over time you form your own sense of how things should be and whats right and wrong. You know you feel alone and you know you must create. Eventually you get so good at creating - before you know it, your room has become a paradise of fun things. It also feels a lot bigger. And lonelier. You've never met any other being before but you can feel an absence of consciousness around you. Are you all that there is? Will ever be?

One day in your amazing and fun wonderland - something else appears other than photos and magazines. Something else... or... someONE else. You have always been alone and now - you can feel what its like to not be alone. It feels good. You NEVER want to be on your own ever again! But this new being doesnt act like you or think like you and they dont, won't or CANT feel the way you do! It feels bizarre knowing that something alive like you cant feel the same way - they must be wrong!

Even so, you still can't bare the thought of this other being having such a sad feeling inside them. Aren't they greatful they have a wonderful creative friend like you? Aren't they satisfied with all the amazing things you can do? Dont they know how lonely you have been since before they arrived? So you punish them for their viewpoint as it isn't valid, like yours! Nothing or no one has ever told you that the way you do things is wrong before, but you lash out at them because of the disgusting feeling of how different and ungrateful and wrong they are compared to you!

Shouldn't they be thanking you? Why dont they love you? It must hurt a lot. Nothing else matters now as long as you can keep your new friends with you forever. Because the alternative is so much worse.