Our physical existence, our “flesh cage imparfait,” is tangible, a corporeal entity; it is present, discernible by touch, possesses organs, venules, despaired brows, ankles, etc.
Our physical existence exists.
Pause for introspection.
The mutilated specimen above, discovered amongst supermarket-branded synthetic plastics and potential hobo garments and/or decorative home furnishings on 67th St. and 1st Ave. last Saturday, exists, as well.
I know because I felt it, became it; I am it.
[suggestion: second introspective pause.]
It’s — no — My purpose for existence, my _________, shall soon be revealed.