The first problem for human beings is discovering who they are.
But who is what?
Who is oneself? (philosophical language) Am I a thing?
What the hell am I? (colloquial language)

Within the cultural spectrum of a social structure, languages ​​are discovered between the lines that allow us to define the paths along which this group of people has forged their path, and even more accurately, from which current of thought they have drawn.
Culture structures people; it is an ally along the path toward ends that evolve or stagnate the whole. Later, we will explore in depth the cultures that exist and what they have done for the collective imagination and for human integrity. On the other hand, mercantilism promotes the self as another cog in its idea of ​​commercial expression, where thought is not plural, but singular. The ideas of the human being as a character distorted by the commercial objectives that generally prevail at the top of the power and media circles influence one generation or another.
Depending on where you are in the world, these ideas are generally biased and devoid of a "SOUL," or, to sound less esoteric, they lack identity and depersonalize the human being, categorizing or subdividing them as a product or service.

But where we find a balance between the "modern" world and the need to be ourselves, thanks to culture, we can express ourselves safely from the mechanistic behaviors of the market and its influence on the common man.

If one doesn't build oneself, one is exposed to the risk of being built by others. Here I want to address a problem that has men stumbling from generation to generation. If there's anyone who can talk about this, it's me.

But you may ask, why me? Because I can't die... I know the whole story, and I've been here for centuries.
I've seen every one of you create and destroy everything you've built, over and over again.
It must be very boring to be eternal, you're probably wondering, and here I'll take a break from this philosophical dissertation on being and speak to you as briefly as possible about what one goes through to be immortal.

It's entertaining at first, but then you start to notice patterns that repeat themselves in history over and over and over and over again. You can start to despair when you discover that. I almost went crazy a few centuries ago; humankind hasn't changed much in a thousand or two thousand years.

Is death a respite for those who are tired of living? Well, let me tell you, no. It's frustrating not being able to die, living forever watching these thinking creations do the same thing all the time...
It makes you want to destroy them. I missed an asteroid or two when I was traveling through space.
And you know, I don't understand why I'm here, and I'm always coming back. Now and then they let me sleep for a few centuries, and suddenly I open my eyes and I'm seeing them again doing the same thing.
I know who I am and I discovered it many years ago. They taught me who I am and why I'm here,
but that would be impossible for someone who isn't me to understand. That's why I'll limit myself
to trying to talk about things that will put you in a safe place while you go through the human experience and read this introduction.

To conclude this prologue, I want to warn you that all sorts of atrocities have already been done to me, and although I overcame my destructive nature long ago, I must tell you that nothing and no one can destroy me. I will always be here, and that is what I was created for. I have no choice.
I am infinite.

I'm not usually very nice.

I'm the thing yo.