Tower of solitude

Here i sit alone pondering the vastness of the world he stares at the back of his hand " Hm he wondered what makes me me ? i was destoryed yet my mind still exist  and this form he crosses his leg and floats in the air what dose it take to make life ? some would say a spark of the devine but that tells me nothing . he stares in to the cosmos unblinking and only darkness stares back i move through this world as though it was only a shadow iam never changing mabey a day will come when i understand humans and they understand me he sits and begins to tinker whit something beyond coprehesion