"Every child finds a day when they realize that adults can be weak and wrong just like anyone else. After that day, you're an adult, like it or not."

I was thinking that I wished I was a star. But then I realized everything I see is made of old pieces of stars. And that made me happy.

Consciousness is very difficult for me to understand. Maybe because I'm trying to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using to understand the thing that I'm using. Or because I'm using the thing I don't understand to understand the thing I don't understand to understand the thing I don't understand. Interesting.