One of the most persistent expressions of my second self is the belief that I am part of a larger global audience watching the events of the world unfold. As I watch a popular video online, I imagine there are countless others just like me watching the same. Experiencing, reacting.
I imagine I am just one of billions experiencing this world: the political and theatrical performances, the world events, the physical sensations of a planet of climates and environments. All, I imagine, are experienced by my friends, family, and billions of others, past and present.
This is the plural singular, and it only exists in the reaches of my second self because I allow it to exist. Because I nurture this belief that I can never validate. That I can never know. That will always be imaginary.
Imaginism is the foundation of my illness; it is the fuel of my emanation. As long as I imagine, I will emanate. I will wake up, experience this life, and I will return to sleep. It is my imaginism that drives this daily reincarnation.
There is no global audience. There is only Me; I am the audience for all of it. All my third-self performances funnel through my second-self for the benefit, or harm, of my first self.
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