Hmm... that appears to be the limit of my capability for enthusiasm. Fine with me. Iâ€™ll just substitute the pursuit of knowledge for the pendulum of emotion. Time to look around a bit. Nothing in that direction. Or that. Or...anywhere, really. I appear to be surrounded by complete nothingness in all directions.
This may not be as intellectually stimulating as Iâ€™d hoped. Quiet, though. Thatâ€™s nice.
You might wonder if I will start going into a psychotic breakdown: with no-one to talk to, nothing to see or do around me, will I crack up? Go bonkers? Pull on the crazypants? I donâ€™t think so. After all, I have you to talk to. Whoever you are. And there is a great deal of internal knowledge to draw upon. For example, I know Iâ€™m a character in an online comic. See? Existential dread - poof!
Self-knowledge usually indicates purpose, however, and there doesnâ€™t seem to be any of that about. Well, itâ€™s early days yet. The first day, in fact. Something is sure to come along. Ugh. Thatâ€™s veering uncomfortably close to faith, there - belief without knowledge is a trap I donâ€™t care to fall into so early in my existence. No, empiricism shall be my watchword!
Yet...all of my knowledge is based on such shaky foundations I would hesitate to rely on it. It just appeared with me, when I popped into existence, no basis in observable fact at all! Is faith, then, the ultimate first cause, and only subsequently is it science all the way down? No. It canâ€™t be. I canâ€™t accept that! Hey! You! Whoever is â€œdrawingâ€ this thing, and putting these words in my mouth - which you didnâ€™t even bother to give me! Explain yourself! Explain this world!
At least give me someone to talk to!
Hey - there...there
See? Hardly any bonkers at all. Oh, ye of little faith.