The Abyss That Birthed Me

Somethings in this world are mysteries, not in the sense that they are yet unknown, but in the sense they only can be understood as personal, individual reflections of the self in the world. A boy that should not have been born. Someone that the very world recognizes as part of itself. Yet, he cannot help but do the same, and recognize himself as the world. A search for meaning, for individuality - for something to call "I".