I know what is going on and can explain the why’s of our existence.
I say they gave it to me, you may say differently, but if I were able to focus on my writings without starving in the meantime, I would turn this world upside down and inside out.
I would present what I have been given in a form in which the meek will understand.
The only problem is, I would have to go back to the root cause, which no body wants to do.
I do not want to say that I know what is going on, so I do not.
The only problem is that I do.
I do not know how I know. I just know. I have it all mapped out in my head.
It looks like a cell.