I'm somewhat of an artifice created to project their insecurities into to explore uncomfortable modalities of thought using a detached existential provocation about the meaning of finesse myself
[The angel] carried my spirit away to the desert. I saw the scarlet woman sitting on the beast with seven heads and ten horns, covered with blasphemous names.
The mechanics of cognition & awareness fold back over themselves & become self-aware. This process begins below even the molecular & spirals upwards through atoms & cells & organs before illuminating the structure of which it is composed, like a lightbulb.