What came first... the chicken or the egg? The riddle is unsolvable. YOU. A problem even harder. You are not up or down, hot or cold. But the sensation is one of which I cannot comprehend. You were once a person of smarts. Inevitably, the egg has split revealing rot. You had the choice to evade left or turn right, to crash and burn or live freely. Me, not wanting to be an obstacle, has no say in your choice of route. But agreeing with you would resemble a sin. You decide. The riddle is solved.