I am a many things.
I might be a body.
I might be a sum of an organic chemistry.
I might be a soul.
I might be a brain.

I might be a process.
Amalgamation of different currents in neural tissue.
Something that has power to analyze and compute with.
Something with tool to influence on finite physical world.
Something that is parasiting off of physical world's shell.
Something that lives amongst illusory values and people.
People that live off illusory values and so can't see else.
People that won't see further, as it doesn't fit an illusion.
People that made this little world on this little ball of dirt.
People that don't think about reaching out for the stars.
Stars some of which have planets, dancing around in joy.
Planets, having resources and real value, securing future.
Future of human civilization, strayed from the right path.
Path to influence for the brightest outcome of this story.
Story, exodus of which was determined by war and greed.
Greed of people that conflicts with such utopian outcome.

Because money and wealth can't be taken to the grave.
The grave that awaits each and every other process,
process that had power to analyze and compute with,
that had free thought to interact with infinite sacred,
that had a tool to influence on with finite physical,
that lived amongst illusory values and people.
that died on it's own, that uderstood too late to...



Now - what are you?