Deviations of the Ego's Illusions

Dynamics traveling equally through space, unconcerned by friction and further oblivious to science. Born from the apathetic mother of confusion and raised by the ceaseless longing to communicate the soul's desire. They now follow a straight line with only the most minute deviations reserved entirely for miracles. Often tricked by the ego's mirrors, they see only the reflection of themselves coming from all directions. Thus, everyone they meet is in fact themselves; projected and reflected. When left to their own devises they lay dormant, not waiting, not planning, not reminiscing simply existing in some out of the way back alley. Even if they wanted to there would be no point in trying to remember all the long days spent alone in the cold.