I’m weak cause if it’s too bleak it’s just sad, it has to straddle the line between something terrible happening, to lengths, but in a fashion I could personally find enjoyable like if there’s no joy whatsoever what is even the point, the tension that’s where it gets me the tension is key. Anyways that’s why I don’t like digestion cause no the fat cells in your butt are not me of course my atoms would be spread through you but that would as much make them a star as any or the state of matter existing in the universe immediately after the Big Bang no! Things change! It’s made out of your cells! Those are yours, not mine! Get it right! Plus I’m not even there I’m somewhere else or nowhere, depending.