Saturday, 21 October 2017


167. Neither rain nor birdsong nor traffic noise breaks in on the silence of this predawn darkness. Just sitting with the question, 'Who am I?'

1 comment:

  1. The question, “Who am I ?” Is not difficult to answer. The question that is difficult to answer is the one that can only be formulated beyond the restrictions of language. It is like a mirage shimmering on the plain of consciousness where any attempts to grasp it makes it disappear. You can only think it, not say it: it is abstract.