I think, therefor, I am. It takes on new meanings every time i think about it.
I think. I am. I am not nothing if i think. But if i have to think about thinking, then is that truly thinking. I am swimming in the sea. The sea is in turmoil. I see things. What are they? What am I? Am I me or am I I? What are we? Am I a we? I see. What is this I see? Ponies? Assorted colors and shades and hues. I see. I am seeing. I am thinking. I am me. But why do I have to keep telling myself this if I truly am.
I forget. But to forget you have to have remembered something. Does this mean there is something I remember. Pony. I remember pony. Why is this a thought? Wait. A thought. I thought. I have thought, therefor I think and am. I am. But what thought. I thought a thought that I no longer think. Why can't I remember what I have forgotten? I am a pony. That is my thought. I will only think this thought.
I have forgotten my thought. What is wrong with me? Is this some sort of punishment? Am I no longer allowed to think? I am no longer swimming. I am resting. I am in a room. A room? Does this mean I wasn't swimming? But if I wasn't swimming then why was there flow? What is flow? Rhythm. A thought flows through the mind. It has a base and rhythm. The room is white. I see white. Is white something seen or unseen? I see white. I don't see that which I can't so White is seen. Does this mean I cant see black? Then what is this beside me? Is it nothing since white and black are seen and unseen?
Light. There is light. Above me is light. It casts black on the opposite of me. A shadow. The black is a shadow. It looks like a pony. No arms. No hooves. I have no arms or hooves. White. MY body is white. No. This is not my body. It is a coat. Coat. I wear a coat. No. Not a coat. A jacket. Straight lines on the jacket. A straight jacket? I am wearing a straight jacket? Why am I wearing a jacket? Am I insane? I have thoughts so how can I be insane? Isn't insanity the un-understanding of thoughts? I am not insane so I can think. I am sane.
Voices. They ring out. I hear voices. Or do I? Are they voices or merely thoughts I have? Ears. I have ears they move when I think of them. I hear thoughts through them. So they are not my thoughts. I hear my own thoughts in my mind so these are someone else's thoughts. They are voices. They say words. I hear them say words. What are these words they say?
"Can you hear us?" the voices say. No. One voice says one thought. They think if I can hear them. Rather they ask if I can hear them. What is a response? Do I hear them or understand them. I certainly hear them but what is the meaning behind what they say. They ask if I can hear them and I can. Do I answer? I shake my head. I can hear them but I don't understand them. What are they asking? No, I hear them and I-
"If you can not hear me then why did you respond?" it says again. It said that again. I missed it the first time. But then how did I know they said it before?
"I heard you but did not understand you." I hear myself say. My throat. It hurts. Speaking hurts. I don't want to speak if it hurts. But if I don't speak, then how can I answer?
"If you did not understand us then how did you know what I said?" It asks another question. Why did it say us? Why can't I see them? Where does the voice come from? I stand up. On two hooves. Why did I do this?
"Why am I here? Where is here? Who is this that speaks to me?" I ask questions aloud. Why am I asking questions of somepony I can't see? I fall down. It hurts. Pain. I feel pain. Pain is good. It means I am not dead. Not dead means alive. I am alive. I laugh. Why do I laugh? because I am alive. I tell the voice I laugh because I am alive. I can't stop laughing. Why can I not stop laughing?
The wall opens. Ponies file in. A unicorn. Lavender. A pegasus. Cyan. they come to me. A needle. It pricks me. I fall into the sea. Swimming. Swimming. Thoughts drift by. I can't grasp them. Sleep. I sleep. I do not dream. It is but the gift of silence I am given.
"Do we have any clue what happened?" asked Princess Celestia staring at the now slumbering body that was within the padded cell.
"I have no clue." Said Twilight Sparkle "He came to my house and asked if I could get him a personal audience with you. I asked him why and he said something about him seeing what was true in our world before he fell unconscious. When he woke up he was rambling about him being himself and I had to knock him out to prevent him from causing anypony harm." After that I teleported him and myself to the Canterlot Hospital and they put him here. That was when I called you and now here we are."
Celestia stood quiet fro a moment before she asked "Do you know who he is?"
Twilight's reply was short "No I don't know him. I assumed you did."
Celestia sighed before saying anything. "I actually do know of him. He is the leading researcher on other realities. I had initially made the organization to appease some of the fanatics of our kind but it appeared they took their jobs a little too seriously. They would spend inordinate amounts of time researching and seemed to actually calm down and become more rational than many other ponies. I never have given much thought beyond that since they never did seem to get anywhere. I now see that they may have actually found something. The room was silent for a short time, the only sound being a small clock that ticked away.
Suddenly a shadow descended on a small portion of the room and they all turned. There stood the patient, a serene look on his face that was only betrayed by his next words. "I see you all! I know of the World that none should know of. I see through all and into none! We shall all become one with it in due time!" then he fell to the ground and sunk through the floor.
I just want to see where this leads. I don't expect more than a few views on this story but let us just see.