I is an I that thinks it is the Only.
“I am this” or “I am that”.
The I is in love with itself, because everything I
hear, see, taste, touch, smell or do is with the I.
But the I is not the only I.
“I am hurt” never appears when “I am in love”,
nor “I am happy” with “I am sad”.
The I is like the musical scale.
Each is a unique note that combines and
blends with the other I
to become a cacophony of noise.
To be able to hear the music, you must hear each individual each note.
And when you find each note, you notice there is something else.
A different song.
It is found in the silence, in between the notes, but also of the notes.
When you can hear that song the I is gone and the one true I remains.
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