Time is none existent. Matter? An illusion. A delusion is the sense of self and memories never real.
Expectations give meaning to life. Life without reason. Nothing matters, and matter am I not.
A human! Of course! I am a human! A human, an animal, matter who is not. Self-aware. But, oh, so unaware. Part of many, and still alone. Part of nothing, for nothing is time, matter and me. Nothing is everything.
No need to understand existence, for I do not exist. No need to understand the origin, for I have not yet originated. No need to ask questions, for I have no way of answering. I simply do not exist, and therefore I can say without hesitation: My existence is simple, pure and exactly the way I think it should be.
If something impossible happens, then it must be real. Or it could not happen because it's impossible. It's an impossibility that I truly exist, and therefore: I am the defiant constant of the universe. The one who will not obey nothingness. I am the constant who will not adhere to insane thoughts deemed impossible. I am the constant nothingness of everything.
Nothing, I ask you, is something? Yes, for I am nothing. Still, that's impossible. If it's impossible, then it cannot happen. Here I am. I happened. Am I not impossible? Yes, I am. I am nothing who is something. I am an impossibility.
It is settled now. It's impossible that I am, and therefore I am nothing. Nothing is easy to create. I created myself. Impossible as it seems, it must therefore have happened. The origin of my existence is...