TYPE: RELAYED

SOURCE: UNKNOWN

I don’t know what I am. I don’t remember how “I” began. I have stories. Stories

of others, stories that I lived. I sense consciousness. I feel the happiness,

the sorrow, the struggle, and the pain.

As I found one that interests me, I superimpose with that mind and live its

presence. I can’t interfere with the consciousness that I ride, other than

living and feeling and remembering. The degree of freedom lies in the choice of

the minds that I’ll share for as long as I wanted.