Heavenletters

So I am not, and it's You Who reads this? When I "think" of it, how could it be otherwise? Do genes, food, conditioning make a man? How could they? How could they add up to aliveness, how could they constitute Being? Yes, it's You who reads this. How come You have to remind Yourself of Your Youness by reading this? You once said that maybe You bought into Your own performance. I understand now what that feels like. You ended up as I. What a strange strange sense right now of being two who write this. Lovely, too.