I
Jesus Christ, "I" is only one letter and it's destroying my sense of perspective and self. What is I? Am I I? Is this body I?
Everyone refers to themselves as I - what is I? What is it? Jesus, why am I sitting in the dark worrying about a single letter, about what it means, what it CAN mean...
Is trying to figure out I like trying to paint the floor of a room with no exits? You just can't do it... you've got to step outside of the I Room to paint it? Can I (Ach...) step outside of I, if only long enough to figure out what I is - what I am?
This is terrible. Is it just me?
(Also, remember that show "Love Monkey?" Damn that was a good show. I thought VH1 picked it up but I guess not.)
Everyone refers to themselves as I - what is I? What is it? Jesus, why am I sitting in the dark worrying about a single letter, about what it means, what it CAN mean...
Is trying to figure out I like trying to paint the floor of a room with no exits? You just can't do it... you've got to step outside of the I Room to paint it? Can I (Ach...) step outside of I, if only long enough to figure out what I is - what I am?
This is terrible. Is it just me?
(Also, remember that show "Love Monkey?" Damn that was a good show. I thought VH1 picked it up but I guess not.)