Who am I?

What do I want and, accordingly, what can I do?

This is not a question about one's personality, but a question whose point is aimed at one's own reality. Only what is unique is real. What is its own reason and its own basis. What is replicated, what is massive and standard is illusory and illusory.

The tragedy is that reality makes us strangers (and even dangerous) to the familiar human world. If we are real, we fall out of all frameworks, do not meet the general requirements and destroy the expectations of other people, most often those who are important to us.

We cause pain to others without wanting to and suffer ourselves. If we dare to be real, we find ourselves isolated and alone, rejected and abandoned. But if we sacrifice our reality for the sake of recognition and love, we become dead. We swing between living alone and dying among people.

Being a human being is scary. But being dead is much worse. At the peak of fear, infinity, power, and joy are revealed. By sacrificing uniqueness, we get nothing but a short-term illusion and eternal oblivion. There is nothing left but the terrifying splendor of the Black Sun - the unique and rejected by all and therefore absolute reality of oneself.