If I was me, who are you? And what am I? Am I what I want or what someone meant to me? Am I just a tapioca from Grandpa's lunch or am I one of billions of souls? Should I be forgotten or should my story be written around the world? Do you remember who I am or what I say? A bone bowl filled with meat and meat? Or am I a tapestry of the gods' creations? Is my existence a reality or a lie created by some external force? So is there a place of communication between many souls? Or the location of the wires that feed into the organic wiring of tapioca bowls that are "mine" communicating with other tapioca bowls in the universe? Is this the place of my demise? And who am I, if nothing else?