Consciousness is an empty room aware of itself.
Thinking about its thinking until it's already been thought.
Cognizant of all that enter and exit its space.
And it's in that vastness of nothing
where we are exposed to the only truth that makes us human:
our inability to escape that room.
All the white noise of silence.
All the colors of darkness.
All the ideas of forever.
Alone
with us in that empty room.
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