Mtempest

a narrative is not a self. which is to say "I" doesn't mean a thing about any other use of "I" in or out of the written word; neither does it go so far as to claim the existence of any such thing in any such place. a narrative is a story.

That stated, maybe I can continue.

In the space between thoughts, the void that I know always exists despite anything that I say, in the truth that exists around any lie, unseen and inviolable, I feel the best. Love can't compare - it is the same. My biology professor told us that there are no neurons or neurotransmitters specializing in pleasure, only in pain, which would suggest when not experiencing the constant flashing of the pain that comes with simply being alive, even being alive and not doing anything, you would be in constant pleasure and happiness. Where there is no thought, I think there would be the same happiness in kind.