Do you think it’s you
who is able to recognize the scent of a rose
and shiver with pleasure at the colors in the sky?
What if it were not you?
Are you and I utilities of our beings?
Is it that we don’t take up any room in the brain?
Are we special circuits in the brain?
Are we complex dreams created to
aid the being
and we took control naturally
when we began to recognize our name?
And the adventure begins…
and to skip a long story…
What’s the ultimate?
Finding a way to commune with (experience)
one’s own being?
(there’s that double possessive again)
How? All the sages agree on this one thing.
Somehow the daily stopping of the
flow of language does the job.