Stop that grasping,
and just let it go.
I don’t exist,
and never have.
This body, this mind,
these cells of bone, muscle, nerves and skin.
I am an illusion,
emerging from a neural network,
unifying through gross abstraction,
these multiple, interacting, embedded parts.
I am and I am not.
I am here, but I am elsewhere.
I feel anger, but simultaneous joy; pessimism and optimism; strength and weakness. I am both heavy and light.
These are no mere metaphors,
turns of phrase,
figures of speech.
In no way am I speaking in analogy; it is not as if I don’t exist; it is not as if I am multiple yet one; it is not as if I speak to myself across infinitesimal chasms in my mind.
‘I’ and ‘me’ and ‘myself’, as descriptors, do not suffice.
There exists no single point, no central hub, no captain’s chair, where I take the helm and direct the show. But instead, there is system and sub-system feeding into itself and into the other; system within system of inter-networked biochemistry and electrical spikes. The sense, the illusion of self emerging from this near infinite complexity and potential.
Stop that grasping, that clinging, that clutching, that hoarding;
Stop that pining, that longing, that needing, that demanding;
Stop that storytelling, that narrating, that ascribing, that moralizing;
and let the illusion go.
Words do not suffice.
Let it go.