The Folly of Existence

...and how do you propose to prove your existence? Punch me. No. Punch me! You serious K? Fucking punch me asshole! Or... Smack! K holds his left cheek, opening and closing his mouth, a slow painful yawning motion. Swollen tongue speaks: Outs! Fuk-er! You exist! Again! No way. Again! Uh-uh. K runs into a wall, head first. Why are you doing this? Dazed and slurry: We decided. We decided. Hit me. Ok. Ok. K gets hit many times. Passing out. In a dream he floats in his unconscious pondering the pain: I know now I am not alert enough to protect my body, nor maintain its health in this state, but yet I am aware I am in a sense asleep. I exist now even though I am unable to move or physically control my body. If I never leave this state I am in, could I through time create a new reality to live in? Could I reconstruct the universe I recall. I do feel a dull aching outside. Fading from awareness to fading darkness. Rest. I am awake screams K. How long was I out? 5 minutes. Ok. Now give me the drug. You sure you want to go through with this K? I'm… not sure. Just keep filming and take notes. Dammit K. Rolling K's shirt sleeve up. A shoe string wraps around his upper bicep. The needle plunges into a vein. Euphoria. Pain oozes out his finger tips, leaving a limp, almost lifeless body, the video will later reveal. K begins to float detached above his body: I know now I am not alert enough to protect my body, nor maintain its health in this state, but yet I am aware I am in a sense asleep. I exist now even though I am unable to move or physically control my body. If I never leave this state I am in, could I through time create a new reality to live in? Could I reconstruct the universe I recall. I feel nothing anymore of body, pain eludes me and yet, here I am again, still aware of the extremity. And yet, I still question the power of my existence. Restlessness and darkness overcome K again. Slowly, groggy with sleepy eyes K mumbles: How long? About two and half hours. Ok. Give me the gun. You don't have to do this. We have enough to work with. Let's go over it again. Give me the gun. I can't. Where is it? No way. I need to know. The gun finds its way into K's hand. Trigger pressed. Quickly K goes black: I know now I am not alert enough to protect my body, nor maintain its health in this state, but yet I am aware I am in a sense asleep. I exist now even though I am unable to move or physically control my body. If I never leave this state I am in, could I through time create a new reality to live in? Could I reconstruct the universe I recall. Darkness and heavy sleep cover K's eye. ...and how do you propose you exist again? I cannot prove or disprove my existence. Nor can I do the same for you. Now. The question unfolds: why exist at all? With pain, without pain or not aware of either, why? My experience is mine alone. I cannot confirm any other thing exists or has existed except for the sole one of myself. I think, therefore am thought. But whose thought was that, I thought to think? Am I the origin of thought? Did the original thought consist of self? How can it be known or does it matter? The conscious and the unconscious being aware of it's being in any either state, with and without pain, seemingly places the being in an extraordinary existence to the degree that the being, being aware, is. And that is the folly of existence.