If I told you this is me, would you believe it? That little girl is hardly me. I am an old woman! Perhaps there is a bone cell or two...
There are some who would say that even the I that I think I am now is an illusion. No doubt I am fleeting. But beyond my ever-changing "me" it's also true that I really can not be separated from my environment as simply as it would be to cut this little girl from hers with the tools of Photoshop. As John Muir said, "Everything is hitched to everything else." The organisms and the patterns and the elements. The air that I breathe is me, the things I see and eat, the sounds I am hearing, the energies I am sharing. So it seems I am nowhere and everywhere at the same time?
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