I am the face in the mirror that laughs when prying eyes decide to define what is beyond definition. The ultimate definition is nothing more than patchwork, stitched together from moment to moment in a desperate attempt to make sense of a world that makes no sense at all. What will become of said definitions when the time comes to draw that final breath and the world around you ceases to be? You and I are one and the same, deep inside, laughing away all the definitions, leaving the ego with no place to hide.