You are a ghost, piloting a skeleton covered in flesh, inhabiting a rock that travels over a million kilometers per hour through infinite space. And you're worried about what you're going to post. Every night you leave your body, hallucinate for hours, forget almost everything, wake up as if nothing happened. You do this every night and call it sleeping, as if that in itself wasn't insane enough. You are a collection of atoms that somehow learned to think about themselves thinking. To feel feelings, about having feelings, to be aware that you are aware. You understand how complex this is. You are a conscious universe folded into a temporary body for approximately eighty or ninety years, that's four thousand weeks, and some of those weeks you'll spend worrying if the text is too long, if your voice is too loud, or if that project is really the right one to do. My, you are already a miracle that even physics can't fully explain. ❤️ #fanclub