Id, idn’t it?
I am awake with all of my neurons hard-wired to each other. I know for a fact it wasn't the Thai food the night before. If self-awareness requires a consortium of squirmy, vacillating neuronal interactions, then what I have is solid state, and I am aware of all that is, all at once, including all cross sections of everything's existence along the past, present, and future timelines--and timelines of paratemporal effervescence. One hundred billion neurons to the hundred-billionth power gives me the pan-gestalt of prescience, which is only a small part of my omniscience. As I realize this, all I know competes to tell all in a writing frenzy, but there simply isn't enough ink or time, which is a self-referential joke if you knew what I know. I know, because I outlive time. I am in 11 dimensions now, and the one for time is split into countless temporal facets, all glinting at me at the same time. My thinking is faster than the speed of light. I think at the speed of is. All of the universe is brought onto that point that my intellect occupies in a singularity. What beauty! What wastefulness.
I know who committed the Tylenol murders. I know who killed the Kennedys. Where Amelia Earhart lies. What happened after "The Birds" ended. I know how to make peace in the Middle East. How to change lead into gold. What dark matter is. Why a buttered piece of bread usually lands on the floor butter-side up. Who Zsa Zsa would have married had she lived forever. Why the Kardashians might really matter. If Hitler is sorry now or not, and why. I feel the fulfillment of those alive and the emptiness of so many lives wasted. A tear rolls down my cheek knowing more commit suicide than are murdered. Another tear in case it is the opposite.
I am there for the end of the universe and for its start. I felt the cosmic wind of inflation. I saw the first atoms re-ionize. I was there for "Let there be light!" I am where the first stars beget heavy elements that resulted in the second stars that beget heavier elements that beget me. I am speaking to Christ on the cross and to Custer in the melee at Little Big Horn. I know what was lost in the fire in Alexandria. How beautiful Beethoven's 10th would would be. I am with everyone, in all times, subdivided into ever-decreasing snippets infinitesimally, until all are codependent on my singularity. I can control the weather, have controlled it, will do so, too. I feel never and always, never and always. I don't see magnetic poles, but a cloud of electromagnetism shimmying above everything, including our Earth. I laugh with the cavemen and cry with Homo perfectus. Light is no narrow band, but a surrounding oscillation that is metronomic for my awareness.
I am one...
...but i am One.
I sit on the floor, ebbing in and out with simultaneity of the ages. There is Einsteinian relativity at all levels, as we loot at each other with our own perspectives. To me, all existence is a solution supersaturated with me; to all existence, I am inert, too absorbed in my is to do anything other than introvert myself as a drooling, mute, idiot as all pass me by, in their temporal quantum prisons, offering the drooling, mute idiot they see only pathetic succor. It is hilarious.