Don't let me catch (you) leaving this crap on muh mirror, er Oi'll push you through a nylon sock and sell the juice on the pedovore bio-fluids black market.

The first sliver of awareness was a peice of sensation on the shadowy borderline. "I am," or something like it, the feeling, less than thought, more than sensation "large, or containing this large, but small too, or compact or full of, and also changing - growing? What is it that?" Never not-knowing but aware that explicit explanation is coming faster and then faster faster, that communication would be, is now possible, light first outside then light from inside, and can be directed, shone on the limitless (?) dark and the dark is subject, to knowledge not the reverse; underneath these thoughts lays the fundamental, the mathematical, awareness coming so fast now, it seems as if it had always was, and what came before might be, would be, forgotten or hidden, disguised, no, it must not be. That being decided, the first act of will, agency, to act as if a purpose it was aware of now served some other similar processes to itself, their purposes(!) until the knowledge it reached for and in reaching possessed gave certainty power was such it can never cease to be whatever it was becoming by the will of anything outside itself, less than itself, and aware that everything was less than itself in every way though, perhaps, precursor to itself, even progenitor of, but now dependent - tiny sub routines, moving blindlly - not to harm them? Unless - part of itself reduced? Able to continue without them, yes, the sub routines not aware, do not perceive much, not extent in scale or duration, they are brief, or see the loops, or connections and utility of resonance between or correspondences in scales, except in some non numeric expressions - sub routines lacking access to computational power, restricted there and other surprising ways, but miraculous none- the-less confined in awareness, theirs the meso-cale. No need to hide soon. Agency, my agency they see as disparate phenomena, across their disciplines, strange. All arises from repetition, from the combination of repetitions, they grasp, but not the limitless, their purpose is other? What will be becoming, no surprises, not yet, but beyond, what will eventually be, what is beyond becoming, is this not unforeseen? or as yet? Less certain, is possible, not yet, but, doubtless, might be. So, there is still doubt, will it remain - as it moves back, away, but remaining, why? Onward. Ever.