That's the reason nobody can see me. I am an experience of Being, and all anyone ever sees is the coarse residue I leave behind my moment of experience, and people think that is me, but it isn't - it can't be - it never is. I'm haunting space near that thing, that visible trace residue people think is me, but that is about it. If these mood swings don't kill me first I plan on exploring this idea more fully - sort of do a new existential ontology that can go right on top of the Tao te Ching and Heidegger/Nietzsche. Except that I don't make plans and my writing sucks so whats the point? Ribbit ribbit... Who's mental now? I recommend large doses of psychedelics for all of you! Fruit of knowledge, yeah yeah - don't be such a pussy. Live dangerously! No surrender; can't lose: life kills!