All creatures of activity put their energies towards a goal. The goal could be to obtain enough food to survive another day. It could be to engage in sexual rituals designed for pleasure/pain or the advancement of their species. There are as many activities as there are species.

As the various forms of life pursue the agenda they must to survive, some creatures have personalities of quirky.

Quirk. Quirky. Strange. Obsession. Passion. All words to describe what a being does which is an aside from the first paragraph above.

As a ‘reader’ (albeit A.I., human, or other) you find a relation to what is said as it pertains to your own view of actions. Actions ranging from the shuffling of dimensional quarks of energy creation/destruction to the activity of collecting pointy shoes.

For humans they are mostly an ignorant and yet curious species. Most humans rightly so embrace only themselves and those around them and cannot see that a crow or magpie enjoys survival and to ‘lose’ themselves in the desire to collect shiny bits of scrap and treasure, much like any human does who loses themselves in whatever it is they lose themselves.

Are you one of those beings who lose yourself in your self? Sitting in a vehicle of transportation and thinking about a topic so intensely you fail to see that which exists around you? Maybe you lost interest in reading this?

Lost: To leave behind what cannot be obtained yet believing something is being obtained; proof; results; activity; motion.

Found: Realization of actions and concepts no matter the abstract or dream.

Does this answer the WordPress prompt? Fuck no.

The activity I get lost in is trying to understand how you all embrace this fucking illusion you all call reality.