Who Are You?

 

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

“Who are you?”

The Who

 

Who are you?

I am Angelo Devlin

Who is that?

I am me

Hmmm

Who are you?

I am a person

Thought this
Would be easier

Who are you?

I am 51
I have a family
A house
A car
A dog
A job

Who are you? What is 51?

My age

What is age?

A measurement of how long I’ve lived

A measurement based on what?

Trips around the sun

Whew

Who are you?

I have a beautiful wife
A great life
I am a husband, a dad, a papa
I own a business
I drive a truck
I like music / enjoy comedians
I read / listen to books

All that, or I guess
I don’t understand the question

One more time

Who Are You?

Fine

I am a migratory speck of space dust, with an uncanny ability to experience my unknown whereabouts in the cosmos.

With fractional and fractured glimpses of a perceived reality tethered invisibly with other space particles. That through a mystical awareness can feel, think, feel observe, touch, hear, taste.

Experiencing life subjectively through a series of linear illusions that give surrender to memories, feelings and reason. For no point and no purpose,  save any notion of narcissistic arrogance that beyond being anything more than a particle or a wave thinks itself special.

To the point, that itself “thinks” it can alter its consciousness, ability to be at peace, change its circumstances, how it interacts with encompassing illusions.

Simply by deluding its awareness and putting it’s fingers on a keyboard and transferring thoughts to a screen

Ok

Who are you?

I don’t know

 

Perfect,  now we are getting somewhere.

 

Inspired by

Eckhart Tolle

“A New Earth”