In order to solve the problem of my mind’s awareness of itself and its persistent refusal to be completely disintegrated, I’ve developed an idea that would allow me to lose any sense of where I begin or end: I’d be suspended naked in a container of warm blood, kept at body temperature. My mouth would be sewn shut, my ears sealed with wax. I'd be completely submerged in the blood and would breathe through tubes running down my (otherwise sealed) nostrils into my lungs. A machine would pump my lungs for me, so no effort would be

involved in breathing. My eyelids having been removed, a set of eyepieces would be secured over my eyes and then sewn directly into the surrounding flesh. These eyepieces would transmit images directly into my eyes, straight into my brain without distraction. The images would be triggered or generated by me, but without my awareness of the fact I was doing so. There would be wires and electrodes leading into my brain, which would in turn lead to a computer. The computer would interpret the electrical impulses as

images, events, visual scenarios, and eventually emptiness. My brain would immediately and involuntarily respond to stimulus before the interjection of my will and would instantaneously signal new stimulus and response endlessly. Eventually I’d float as if weightless, and I’d feel no pain, having lost all sense of connection to the perimeters of my body. I'd feel nothing, the locus of my being now dissolved into the interface between the computer and the images I grow, emptied out from a fixed point into an evolving process...  In

this way, I can conceive of true happiness. At the moment of diffused reality when I become liquid, my body will die, but I won’t notice. As my body rots away, the images will continue their interaction without my interference.