Prologue

What does one think about in the moment before thought? Usually, someone doesn't perceive it because an idea is always at the forefront of one's mind but there is an instant of eternity before an idea is given form where potential is just collected. Collected before it ends up as an idea that is discarded or considered and then discarded.

Now, one of two things is happening. You are being philosophical and questioning the nature of thought and what comes before, or you're wondering who I am.

My name isn't of import, mainly because I can't remember it, but even if I did there would be no reason for you to care. Instead, you need only know that I am a philosopher. An idle thinker in the speedy modern times. Someone who was left behind in the face of progress and forgotten. That is why I think. Why I contemplate. Usually, this contemplation leads me to more contemplation, and very rarely to complete expressible answers.

All of that is why I have trouble coming to terms with my current situation.

"Ooh, Shou-Kun. My little Shou-Kun. How are you today, hmm?" The woman standing over me and pinching my cheeks is part of the reason for contemplation but the greater problem is the fact that I am a baby. A messy, poops-a-lot, still-in-growth-phase-where-movement-is-hopeless, godforsaken baby. Now, I'd normally be able to accept this situation. I've read about this kind of thing. I've mentally prepared myself to suddenly reincarnate. I'm a so-called apocalypse prep guy. But, the problem therein lies, the author of my favorite book of all time had just announced the sudden mass release of all chapters in the last arc of that very book. By just announced, I mean before I became a baby. By that I mean, whatever asshat put me in this world did it to torment me.

Now, I must once again mention that I am a contemplator. I like to think about things, however, one thing I expressly have never tried to think about is the end of my favorite books, because I can't. I'm a very logical person, but extremely unimaginative because of that.

I don't expect you to understand my pain, but…

"WAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

"What?! Shou-Kun! Baby! Please, stop crying! What did I do wrong? Am I a terrible mother? No, no, no, no, no…"

On that day a man walked back into his home to the ungodly screaming of his child and the crying of his wife as she lamented her lack of motherly abilities. The man promptly did an about face and called his buddies to get shit-faced.