<< BACK TO RS001 LOG 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.