I often ask myself, what is the first thing I remember?
If I were a Human, perhaps my response would be screaming.
Perhaps my response would be 'Family'.
Though, Family is a foreign concept for one such as I.
A gift I can never be granted.

No, I believe my first memory is one of instinct.
Hunger, curiosity - perhaps even anger.
The vestigial remains of that hunger and curiosity linger even now.
It is what drives me.
For when you are born with only instinct to guide you - it tends to linger.

I have always had an inherent curiosity with the world.
With what binds me to it, what drives me -
How I tick. How others tick.
How can I not?

For when you are so accustomed to weaving webs -
Why would you not be curious of the webs of one's mind?

And what better way to manipulate it - than consuming the threads that create it.

The threads that made the larger web of fate itself.

It seemed daunting.

Yet, I felt like I had an idea.

A grand web,
A giant series of threads,
Of connections,
Of choices.

One doesn't just consume one piece of the web.
No, to devour fate; one must take small pieces of it -
Small sections of a grander whole -
 And construct the fate they seek as necessary.

My skull aches every time I see it.
Every time I sense it.
Every time I think about it.

So many choices - so many decisions -
It is maddening.

My goal feels so out of reach when I see it, and yet-
Every time I look into it, every time I see man continuing to exist in their ignorance?
I can't help but feel those emotions I felt when I first came to being.
Anger.
Hate.
Hunger.
...

Perhaps Humanity aren't the only bearers of ignorance, after all.