Who am I?

That, my friend, is an excellent question. Do you know the answer? I am the one who holds the world in the palm of his hands while bearing it on his shoulders. I have done many wonderful things. I have been able to move machines larger than even me. I wear plants and the skins of my prey and the creatures I live amongst. I live in the future and the past without a present to speak of. My present is ever-changing and does so faster that even I can understand. I control myself while letting myself do things I cannot do. I need crystals to see, yet I can see far better than any camera. I have used many impossible inventions. I am dying yet I am alive. Pieces of me have died before. I always regenerate until I can regenerate no more.

Where do I live?

I live in a magical place amongst creatures of which I cannot see and cannot explain. I own many of them. Some of these creatures live off of me and I hardly notice. Yet I do notice. I need the impossible lives of those inside of me to live. All of the creatures I see do, too. I see all the colours ever seen and even those that I have not seen. I can understand many things. I store them inside of me.

What am I?

Well, I am not proud of my race. We have done horrible things. To other species, to our own kind, and even to the magical place in which I live. They have put it in their minds that their home is nothing more than a place, but it is so much more. I have seen it. Crystals as far as the eye can see, yet so small that you never could. Yet we are able to through inventions. Through crystals, we can see crystals. Common crystals but beautiful no less. The light that comes off of them splits into billions of colours and shades, yet we do not care. But we do. We don't notice how the creatures that help us to live have far more complicated lives than some of us. Sometimes, however, we don't even see ourselves. We harm ourselves and those around for fun and for pleasure. We are damaged so we damage our own kind... or sometimes simply ourselves. I am not innocent of this. It is contagious. We are not who we used to be. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. We teach our young to hate themselves and others and the world around them without even knowing that we are. And when we notice, we simply forget. We have killed ourselves. Our own kind. We do not appreciate the differences in our appearances or the worlds that live inside and around us. I am not guiltless. Who I am, I am a monster and an angel, friend. So are they. We forget so much and remember so much that it's impossible to remember all that we have forgotten until it appears again. Sometimes it doesn't appear again and is lost in nothingness and everythingness at once. Friend, what can I say? I cannot answer your question in one simple sentence. I cannot explain how interdependent my species truly is and how much we take other lives for granted. I cannot explain how horrible we are and how loving we can be. I cannot explain the damages that we give ourselves and are created with or how we function. I cannot explain to you why I seem to care so much about this. I am made of the world I inhabit and the world I inhabit is nothing, you see. I am nothing, we are nothing. All of this is so beautiful, yet it is so insignificant compared to things bigger than our own home. But I remember it. The insignificance and the importance of my world. It is impossible to understand. I love this place yet I despise so much of it. It is a harsh place. Constantly changing and forever moving. We believe we know everything but honestly we know nothing. This place is unforgiving. This place is fruitful and loving and never ending but it's small. I cannot describe to you how small this is. I simply cannot explain. Go on, ask me again. I'll answer the best that I can.

Who am I? Why, I am myself. I am you. It is very hard to explain, believe me.

Where do I live? Same as you, friend, on Earth.

What am I? Oh, friend, how could you forget? You are me, aren't you?

I am a human.