I don’t understand why I sit here. I don’t understand why I put this coffee to my lips like I need it, drinking a gravitational force that brings me closer to life. I don’t understand the letters that float in my head, sticking to each other to make sense of things that don’t make sense to me just to make sense of them again. What I do understand is that these things, and all others that have found a path into my lifestyle have created this being, this ‘me.’ I have picked up things along the way and put things down, replacing and adding and taking until the sum of all the equations I have derived become this flesh walking star dust filled user of the earth. Not only am I user, but I have become this earth from all that I have done here. And I am not yet finished with this, you’ll see.