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Introduction	No, don't even look at me. Don't even attempt to grace your eyes with my presence. Just cease your futile attempts to comprehend the wonder that is I. Who I am is not just a word, not just a turn of phrase; I cannot be explained through text or any form of visual component. My splendor cannot be understood in anything tangible. No, I am a feeling, an emotion. Like the thing you feel on your skin when the wind blows fleetingly as you stand on the edge of a cliff. Or the tingly sensation you experience in special places when you've had too many strawberries and oysters as you watch Natalie Portman in Garden State. No, don't even look at this blog. It is too much even for me to update consistently. Bah.

Introduction

No, don't even look at me. Don't even attempt to grace your eyes with my presence. Just cease your futile attempts to comprehend the wonder that is I. Who I am is not just a word, not just a turn of phrase; I cannot be explained through text or any form of visual component. My splendor cannot be understood in anything tangible. No, I am a feeling, an emotion. Like the thing you feel on your skin when the wind blows fleetingly as you stand on the edge of a cliff. Or the tingly sensation you experience in special places when you've had too many strawberries and oysters as you watch Natalie Portman in Garden State. No, don't even look at this blog. It is too much even for me to update consistently. Bah.