I Am Unique


Our perspective is so small that we think we are unique! Unique in the universe, unique in Canada, unique in Ontario...

no one like us at all...

but we don't really know that. We don't know what we are beyond the changing words that we use to describe our experience... and our experience has passed away, and now we've identified with some of it, and dis-identified with another part of that past.

Doesn't everyone do this?