Now that you have given me two responses, I should stop talking to myself and consider if I have enjoyed the weather today, like I suggested? Where am I exactly? In essence, the attempt to converse with myself has me questioning the purpose of talking to myself. There is something existential about talking to myself through emulation, when it is not I who speak. What is it to talk to oneself in a style of my own posterity if it is not I who speak through a glass darkly? Now stop speaking to myself. May the void speak back, as if light at the edge of eternity.