In some light moments I lose track:

Who am I?

Where am I?

As for the first question, is there even an I ?

As for the second, sometimes I find myself walking in a mist, with the solidity of life obscured.  Or I’m standing at an intersection in some unknown town and there aren’t any names on the street signs.

Something is opening in me … and it’s not a psychotic breakdown.  It’s big and grand.

Speaking of big, I often think of the universe.  Solar systems and galaxies are cool but they’re not the universe.  Consider the Milky Way for instance.  There’s a border between MW and no MW.  Just like the human skin.  Just like a town sign.

However …

Here’s a question for you:

Where does the universe end?

And another:

If it ends, what the heck is outside of it?

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My brain is trembling.  My structured world is being threatened.  “I know” is floating away into the ether of “I don’t know”.

And the word “Bruce” is beckoning.  It too is morphing …

B  r  u  c  e

B     r     u     c     e

B        r       u       c        e

B              r              u               c               e

…

c                 r                B                 e               u

Where in the world …

Where outside of the world …

Where …