Who Am I, Again?
Yes, I’ve been obsessed with this question. I totally understand if you are rolling your eyes. But I think it is the key to unlocking a door that has been locked for a long time, maybe since humanity’s first glimmers of consciousness stirred. The story we tell ourselves is that we are the same from moment to moment, but that only feels true because we are the weavers of the story, just as we are the weavers of the tale about reality outside ourselves. The world we perceive is just a fiction.
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A lot to think about, T.K. But I love, love, love your final take! Thanks!
There are those who have, those who want to take from those who have and those who want to be invisible with nature. Clear is a pleasing color. Be blessed!