I believe I am God
Life moves forwards no matter whether I leave my bed or venture through the day. I could rot in the safety of my bed, and nothing would change. The only difference is I won’t be in the presence of others. Would they even remember me if I’m not in front of them, or would I just be other? A figment, a memory, an idea. That’s the issue with humans: if people aren’t actively surrounded by a presence, they forget it and treat it as though it were a myth, a story to be told to their children and peers.
