1/14/97 at 3:26
 
So here's another possibility for the meaning of mosquitos.

At some point, I peeled away tiny flecks of my body and created mosquitos as probes to venture into the world and--from their special vantage points--report back information that would help me in my quest to learn who I am.

Somewhere along the way, I forgot what I had done, and now I am annoyed by the mosquitos buzzing around my body trying to report.  I brush them away or try to kill them, and whenever they succeed in downloading their reports, I send out white blood cells to contain and isolate their messages and keep the information from getting back to my consciousness.

If I received their reports, I might discover that everything else around me is a probe sent out to assist me in learning who I am.  It's not just mosquitos but all the other animals, plants and rocks; the schoolyard bully and the junkyard dog; Gandhi and Hitler; Jerry Fallwell, Mother Theresa, Rush Limbaugh, Bill Clinton, Bob Dornan, and Loretta Sanchez; Vanna White, Betty White, and Rinso White, Homer and OJ Simpson are all probes trying to report back, and I am refusing to take their calls.

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