I ask myself: Why is it that I might be able to draw an apple today, but, with the same pencil, and faculties in tact, not be able to draw that very same apple tomorrow, in the same way?  Experience? Practice? So what has happened between today and yesterday to change my view of the apple and, or, my ability to draw it?

Yes, it all sounds quite abstract and egocentric; one might think I have merely discovered another way to talk about myself or pay myself compliments.  Well, perhaps, but that is just one, extremely narrow way of seeing things.  I am not always so kind to myself.  Nor am I such a romantic. 

It’s about what I do with the life force that I have been given, during each second, minute and hour of the day.

Just the concept of attempting to open up and take a good look that thing that exists beyond the physical and egotistic self; finding a way to view that energetic article that is the other part of us, which pulsates with cosmic luminosity, could possibly be too frightening for most of us to consider. 

So, even if we were capable of such a feat, we would probably opt to fear it, shrink away from it, turn away and look to something else—anything else to save us from gazing at that spectacle.

But, what if we were to take quick glances at it, instead. 

If we did chance taking in that view, we might see that there is something about us that changes not only from day to day, but from moment to moment—some infinitesimal transformation that takes place in our energetic make-up which can alter our perception of things around us. 

Our experiences may have some effect on these changes in the long term, I would suppose, but perhaps that, again, has very little bearing on what we really are…

See, it isn’t really about me—the personality or the ego that others assume me to be.  It’s about the confluence of energies that coalesced to create the being that is larger than even I, that is, the external I, would suspect.

It’s about what I do with the real me; the experiences, the discoveries in relation to my abilities and actions as a human being.  Something in us continually changes, we think it is age that causes that change, but is it really that, or something else? 

I think we are infinitely more mysterious than we give ourselves credit for.

Ah… maybe I just think too much…