I finally get why I wrote endlessly for fifteen years. I don't know exactly how to describe knowing something but not having the words in which to describe it, but that is the state in which I existed for the last fifteen years.
Essentially, I was seeking clarity amidst the clamour of the animal. I was seeking the language of sentience.
Now I get it. Now it all falls in place with little effort. It is such a relief - at least most of the time, while I am not stressing out about how clueless the rest of humanity remains.
I might be able to explain it all better. Or, humanity can begin to use the brains with which it is born.
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