Heavenletters

In another Heavenletter (#496) You said:

Here's the thing: it is you who doesn't really exist. Your individuality is the mirage. There is no you. There is only I. You are the far-flung thought, not I.

 
The last several days had whole seconds of not having to be, let alone someone. They must be the happiest seconds of my life so far. The "far-flung thought" is upheld by a strange mechanism that adds "I" to every word, every shred of thought, every wink of the eye, every gust of wind – I-I-I-I-I-I-I .... incessantly. Except for these seconds of deepest ease. So that is what I dream of. For the rest of my dreams, Jim&Jimi have already mentioned them.