Inside is an infinite recursion

A fractal of thought folding in and in and inwards, forever

Lost in the echoing chambers of me, myself and I

I begin to dissolve, to disappear

Soon not even I will inhabit this fortress of solitude

And it will stand dilapidated and abandoned

So, it is time to find a way into the unknown

To touch the incomprehensible other

By connection we know that we are real

I love, therefore I am