in that garden, adam and lilith who ate from that tree, the knowledge. I was there, I was that. I was made in that, in a sense of, by biting into that mythical fruit of knowledge, I was made to.
in telling- I was made by that first seen, you and me, in that myth of adam and lilith. if I was ever lost in some kind of ocean of lost ego, I think I’d start to form properly after a few centuries to form my own ego, the sense of self, freudian terms.
I am like that of the nietzchean, ubermensch. in the fact that I would form from that soup, shows my resolve and unwaver. there is camu, spicytuna, it exists and will exists, I am character and concept. I will never die.
