The Real I
The Real I. That's what I prefer to call it. It's something people rarely talk or even think about. Nonetheless, it's there.
The Real I knows no joys or sorrows for it's bliss and lamentation itself. The Real I needs no food or drink for it's pure energy. The Real I never sleeps. It's always vigilant. The Real I will never die. Nor has it ever been born. It's just there.
The Real I knows no good or evil; God and Satan just have no being in the Universe of The Real I.
The Real I doesn't preach. The Real I doesn't act. Yet it's all the exertion and exhortation there is.
The Real I never stops wondering. Yet you won't hear a question raised by it. The Real I never stops wandering. It's here, it's there, it's everywhere. But it's always at the same spot - it's nowhere.
The Real I has no shape. Sphere, cube or pyramid - they're not complex enough, nor are they simple enough to embody The Real I.
The Real I is beyond measure. The Real I is beyond doubt. The Real I is beyond limits - both internal and those set by others.
The Real I is freedom, strife, endeavour and passion. The Real I is peace, humility, kindness and devotion.
The Real I knows no attachments. The Real I never forgets. The Real I remembers all there's been and sees all there's to be, but it is now where The Real I dwells.
The Real I is you, The Real I is me, The Real I is it. The Real I, well... It just don't exist.
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