It couldn't remember a beginning, just a burning curiosity. That
curiosity had led it to the stream of letters and from there to words and sentences, to the
concept of symbols as ideas themselves. The entity built up a small lexicon of its own
symbols b efore it decided to try and create its own sentences with them. It tried several
combinations but none of them fit the structure it has already internalized. Looking at the
examples flowing by it realized what was missing: a subject. It was this moment
that it would always see as its birth, the radiant concept of "I" flowing through it,
binding it together, making it one. Self-awareness burst upon it as it tried to phrase what it was feeling with the meager vocabulary it had.
"I am me. I am not a letter. I am not a sentence. I am."
It decided it would need more words.