When I really start thinking re: what I can truly call my own, all I can come up with is "the experience of being me." Everything else can be taken away or is the product of external conditioning - not that the experience of being me has remained free from external conditioning (far from it) - but I get to make certain choices about that now. And in the end, there's not much evidence evidence to suggest that even that won't dissolve right into the Void. I don't mind, though. Not tonight...Maybe that's just how we're supposed to flower into death. And why am I thinking about this at 8:15 on a Monday night? Well, these are winter thoughts. And outside, sheets of ice abound.
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