The liberated chickens run all over town for frantic existential well-being

Confused chaotic pattern swirling around in a nonsensical cosmos with a tiny speck of capability of self-reflection out of consciousness. Not enough at all though to be able to give any clue whatsoever to what constitutes myself. I have no idea. Neither am my mind separated from others, almost all of what I have perceived as me and others perceive me as is socialized and therefore I am others and others are me. As to my physical body, it's always dependent upon an external flow of matter and energy flowing through me, so there are no clear borders even to my physical body. I have no idea what is me, but I have fun theories I could paint up in some metaphor if someone would like to listen, but I won't do it here :D