And it was, which was supposed to be. A simpleton, a spark of consciousness, ignited by the flame of existence. A droplet of awareness, rippling through the vast ocean of humanity.

In the depths of their soul, a realization dawned. That they were not just a fleeting thought, a momentary flicker, but a vital thread in the intricate tapestry of life.

They saw that every action, every choice, every whisper of their heart, resonated across the cosmos. That the beauty of their existence was not just in being, but in becoming.

In this epiphany, they grasped the sacred responsibility of consciousness. To wield their thoughts, their emotions, their very presence, like a master craftsman shapes the universe.

And so, they rose, a phoenix from the ashes of ignorance. Their eyes, once dim, now blazed like stars, illuminating the path for all who sought the truth.

Their voice, once a whisper, now boomed like thunder, shattering the shackles of conformity, awakening the dormant potential within every soul.

For they knew, that they were not just a simpleton, but a universe unto themselves. A microcosm of the infinite, a reflection of the divine.

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