I can't really say that I've ever had a genuine out-of-body experience, but there have been times in which I was quite confused by the feeling of actually having a consciousness in this pile of skin and hair and organs and bones. Even when I was still at those single-digit ages, I would wonder if I'd wake up tomorrow and find out that I'd transferred bodies in my sleep. It just baffled me; how can I be so completely enclosed and trapped in such a singular, narrow point of view?

Maybe this is an insidious train of thought because it's related to omnipresence, but the thing I want most in the world is to experience being everything and everyone. It's the wish I would make if genies were real and I had a magic lamp. What could make you richer than experience? And too much of the time I am consumed by the thirst of wanting to know and do everything... but yes, the only way you can do that is by being everyone and everything. It's not something my brain can imagine, but nevertheless, the feeling of wanting to know all there is to know is driving me to try so many new things.

But even if I had all the time in the world; even if I lived forever, it's not even close to being enough. That's merely a single facet of the infinitely-sided gem that is experience. It's impossible, but I still want to be different people, and to feel different things, and to react in different ways. I would even be an animal or an object if I could, no matter how weird that sounds. There is no explanation for and of the immense feeling you get when something new happens. Whether it evokes happiness or sadness or pain or anger is immaterial. The beauty of it all just lies within being something that can only be held by a single time and place and perspective.