Countless planes sift through unconsciousness. 
Questions and fear are the only things present. 
Spirits, angels, demons, labels from humans. 
What is the truth? 
Don't respond for I'm too scarred of the answer. 
What if death is the end? 
I'm not paranoid, I'm dying inside because of inevitability. 
Everything we know was created by man. 
Therefore we know nothing. 
We are foolish. We are fools. We've been fooled! 
I will become the most magnificent being. 
Determination isn't the word for this hunger of knowledge. 
I will conquer death. 
The enemy of anything imaginable. 
or am i a fool?