Like a quantity divided by zero, I am undefined.
I am cognition in your mind.
I slip through your fingers when you try to figure me out.
You and I are very alike, we are not what we think we are, and are
what we think we are not--we are all in limbo, not chicken limbo.
You try to define me and through my actions your intuition is guided,
but it leads to a dead end, as soon as you try to comprehend.
I alone know who I am, let's not pretend, and learn to be authentic.
A world full of lies mixed with a self-knowledge which rest on an unstable
foundation will lead this nation straight into oblivion.
Know thyself, said the great thinkers, and strive to be good.