illogicality;

nothing makes any sense anymore
besides the fact that we are not real
and we are immortal.
we are invincible,
and nothing can touch us as long as we stay up here.
we dont know where we are
nor do we know where we are going,
all we know is that we will get there-no matter what it takes.
we really don't exist,
we are fragments of some crazy philosopher's imagination,
he doesnt understand us, either.
things we imagine are not original,
they are just many things we know put together
to make up something that isn't really there.
but we are not like this at all to him,
he's got no idea where any of our characteristics manifested,
only that we are there, in his head
and we will never go away.