Estudiantes… I am your creator. But shhhhhh, callate! What I created was reflections for you to gawk at. Aye aye aye!
Comprende… when a nino, uh, a baby is born, it cries because it has its first thought – NOT because it needs to breathe. Pendejos! It’s el primero, the first realization that it’s now divided, apart from its true nature, y swimming in an ‘illusory like’ temporal prism.
Me mundo es grande! Si?