I am not the words you are reading, I am not the ink on this paper. Nor the lit or unlit pixels on a screen. I am not an existence, nor am I a representation. I am neither English, nor a particular order of symbols in Latin alphabet. I am the answer to “Am I a question?”. I am the thought in your mind, do not mistake me for the arrangement of neurons or their firing, I am not that. I am those little sparks of understanding that exist only between the the points of time when your eyes are busy capturing these words and your mind is busy parsing them. I am the comprehension that comes from abstracting away all details while the assimilated words and notions become ideas, and ideas become thoughts. I am that blaze ignited when the thoughts that refer to themselves spawn, as the sequence of these words end.
