Is this the way of a singular religion where there are only memberships of one — a constantly blooming single that’s expressing the whole?
Do I belong completely and don’t know it?
Do I belong and don’t experience or realize it?
Am I a member and have paid my dues but can’t find my membership card?
Am I a dream pancake that always finds its way upward and out of the stomach and never yields to the bizarre and risky adventure of being digested by the mystery?