Me = Us

once upon a time, i was pursued. i'll never know whether that "process" was because of my looks at the time or something else; after all, i was just being me and that "me" sure started to piss him off right about the time i needed his help of friendship and love the most. But, as the me was there from the time we met until the time he left the "process" of wanting to be with me, it feels like my looks at the time were a big part of the attraction. Nevertheless, as I said, I don't KNOW.

it's entirely possible i have found the thing that never changes; that never moves; the thing Gangaji speaks of. It feels like it lives in my backbone and if i put a word on it, that word would be: kindness, goodness or consideration.

once, i sat in front of a rimpoche and he talked about compassion. someone asked, i think it was that same ol' me, "how can one have compassion for an abuser?" he distinctly did not understand the question and it was left unanswered. ironically, everyone in the audience thanked me for asking it. whoa.

now, toni morrison may have given me the answer when she said, "if you can only be tall because somebody else is on their knees, then you have a serious problem." She went on to say, "don't you understand that the people who do this thing, who practice [abuse], are bereft."

i don't really have a point here. maybe the point would be concerned with the socio-linguistics involved in the plural of "me" being "us."