I am Eternity.
There is no object, as far as the mind can see.
Only the ever-present subject.
To the mind, it is quite nauseating - I am nauseous.
Can you feel it, hear it, taste it, with me?
Might two imaginary friends fall in love?
Am I that, is that me?
It runs in all the directions.
And the question that it asks, is not.