You Don’t Know Me
If you have not found me in this world, How will you find me in another? Nay, this face I frequently refer to as mine, is just a way to describe in the language this world uses and recognizes me. I’m sorry it may befuddle you. But it isn’t who I am. These arms and legs, eyes and ears, and everything between. Nay, that’s not me. I’m sorry you’ve been mistaken. If you think the memories, experiences and thoughts I share (and will share) are me, you can find them always in this space. Even after new thoughts cease to come from this mind. But I’ll confess a little secret. None of my words are me. I call them my words. That’s simply the language of this world. I’m not my words. My words are not me. There is a new thought coming out of me each moment. How then can my thoughts be me? I have been here even before it came to me. Even though I refer to these as my thoughts. It is just the language of the world. It’s not me. My home. It is just a way of saying. In the lang...