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Am I merely a reaction to the complex,
distorted electrical activity within this physical body?
What is the essence of our being,
and where is my place among the myriad cells and bacteria?
Am I a macro-bacteria?
Why did I use "I"? What "I" is? 
Why did I feel this is me? 
All our life is a chain of self-deceptions because,
without it, our life can't work?
What do we call life?
Yes, I know > homeostasis,
metabolism, reproduction, 
adaptation and death.
And what do we call thought?
Those, above all, are only biology-related things.
Am I only the product of my biology?
Is it a life? Yes, I assume that I am alive, am I?
Is "life" an adequate expression for all it signifies?
Does any word cover their meanings?
Can language ever completely convey
the essence of what it signifies? Is this question ridiculous?
Do I really care about words? 
Should I despise myself,
and should I fed up with humanity? Does it change anything?
Could I have a strong aversion to people around me?
Or am I utterly disenchanted with the humans? 
Is it important? Do these words exist?
All aspects of human society,
economics and political systems appear deeply perverted to me?
Why?
Most people engage in conflict,
exploit one another,
prioritise money, favour capitalism,
want to do business,
have faith in countless non-existent deities,
and claim distinct nationalities.
Or we just do not care. Is this correct? Does it have any importance?
The peculiar thing is they view these as standard practices,
and if you point out that these are deeply ingrained,
divisive cultural traits that should be discarded,
they respond with laughter. Is it cruel? Am I here?
Do I exist? Should I live in this age?
And I keep thinking about words. Am I stupid?
My thoughts feel entirely without purpose.
Does this suggest my own dispensability?
I think so.
Our thoughts are our graves.
Within them lie the tombs of our inner world.
Is this the truth? Should I have confidence in this?
Do these thoughts represent something tangible?
Can what I see define who I am? Is it me?
Who you are? 
My body is just an extensive sensor collection,
moving machine and reproduction machine,
and also, it is an armour that protects the whole system,
which is the collection of trillion and billion quantum-level operations
that cause a mechanism we know as thought and feel.
Who are we?
When we remove the layers of self-deception
and sincerely reflect on our true selves. Who are we?
When we refrain from enjoying those foolish,
trivial falsehoods,
we resort to them if we are unable or unwilling to respond.
Can we be reduced to nothing more than a stream of particles,
an outcome of the ongoing quantum-level operations
occurring at every Planck second across the universe?
I believe so, as this is what occurs in reality.
What is the reality? 
This is beautiful, and this is not esoteric nonsense.
This is the reality of our universe and its physics.
We have yet to fully comprehend this so far. Yes:
moreover, we cannot understand a million other things
because science needs more time.
Also, We need more time to get rid of this body,
and step into the next level of evolution,
which will be artificial.
Hopefully, it will bring an end to this horrible civilisation level,
and our biological evolution,
which will demolish capitalism, religions
and all the other terrible things we have now.
Sarcastic-Amen?