On the bank of the Colorado River NE of PARKER, AZ
I believe in Human Beings. I just don’t believe I am one.
I believe in Souls. I just don’t believe I am one.
I believe in individual points of consciousness.
And I do believe I am one.
Point of consciousness is an awful term though—I just don’t have a better word for it. This “point” that I am—that we all are—has no boundaries (but it does have a center). What has a center but no boundaries? I don’t know. So for now I’ll call it a point of consciousness.
I believe I am a point of consciousness that rides around in a Soul which has lived for thousands and thousands of years.
And the Soul that I ride around in has attached itself to this human being—to this body.
Sometimes I forget this though—sometimes I get caught up in the world and take it too seriously.
But most of the time I remember.
And when I remember…
I’m grateful…
and happy…
and free.