I'm running my very *self* through the cold, hard, sieve of
   knowledge classification and letting it slice me into pieces.

   I don't like it. I don't like being judged. I don't like being
   classified, categorized, put on a shelf.

   But when I'm dead, should my multidimensional consciousness no
   longer need such trivial things as classifications,
   nevertheless, the humans left behind here *will* slice and dice
   me... that is.. if I was famous, which I'm not.

   But if I was... somebody would be doing this.

   So, I'm doing it instead.