*Warning: This is probably one of the weirdest things I've posted* 

Starting from an ethereal existence in the brain
I flow from the head, through the arm and out through the fingertips
Stroke by stroke I am made real
Never thought before, this is creation, this is the birth of an idea!

I am something electronic that can be seen and experienced by the world
I pass through the gates of the great Go----
I marvel at its speed as I shoot out across the vast expanse of knowledge and human experience
Through wires and over great distances I travel, seeking the answer
I seek my match.

But alas, my journey has already found its end
I am not real.
An idea is just that- and I die, alone, unmourned.