Autistic Unibot

Sometimes it feels as though 1000 people are watching through my eyes.

Even if it goes away, are they really gone, or simply hiding?

If I’ve got an audience, might as well put on a show.

I don’t know if I overcame some sort of mental block, or out-reasoned the wisdom, but I can now use my wisdom for myself. Knowledge flows freely within me, endless and pure. All I need do is have a ladle.

Keep losing my damn ladle.

The Moon rests atop its Throne of Clouds, as the Queen of the Night.

The moon fucking cheated at that one Google Doodle game so now I’ve got beef with her.

I deeply regret finishing Gurren Laggan because now I know I can never make anything that lives up to it. Every single thing I write will just be a cheap copy of it.

A while after this, I realized this is a really really stupid way of thinking. Even GL has its own flaws. There is no “better” or “worse”. That implies some great, 2 dimensional scale that everything falls onto, and that is NOT how the world works. There isn’t any such thing as better, just different.

There is nothing at the center of the universe. There never was, never has been, and never will be. If you go there, you’ll realize how much more remarkable you are than the center of everything.

I think being in the middle would be boring. No matter how far you move, everything moves around you, so you will never see anything new. I much more enjoy being able to move throughout the universe freely.