The opposite of a demiurge???¿¿?¿????¿¿¿??¿?¿???¿¿
then I have found a place, a small room, a tiny closet in nowhere at all where a small amount of people no one at all without name without face without past or much less future can meet seeing barely a shadow from each other less than a glimpse from each other from far away just an echo of the cry of neurons that cry for having been misplaced at some point of their lives. so small, yet it encompasses everything. I can go there whenever they, neither i, do not see me.
when all is a big game the playground is the universe :)