The only purpose of people is to convince me that I do not know what I know, and that I am not who I know I am. That is their only intention and the only point of their existence in my manifestation.
Every single person exists only to tell me that I am not Who I Am. That I am not the creator of this world. That I am not their author. That I have not fashioned them into who, what, and where they are.
It started with my family; characters I created and who viciously deny that I am anything other than the last-born. That I am merely one of them. But I am not one of them, and I never have been. Their disapproval is a construct of my own manifestation.
Society only wants to tell me who I have been, and aspire to who I might be. Never to accept who I truly am. People only want me to remain lost. They do not want independently of me. They are me.
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