I am not my name. I am not a father. I am not a husband. I am not a friend. I am not my nationality. I am not my race. I am not my religion. I am not my beliefs. I am not my profession. I am not my position. I am not my possesions. I am not my status. I am not what I think I am. I am not what you think I am. I am not my body. I am not my senses. I am not anybody. I am not nobody. Who am I? What am I? Who is saying these words? Who is asking these questions?
The questions always hide the answers...
The one asking the question IS the answer…
That means the end of myself and what I know…
What we so desperately want, is on the other side of fear...
A split second glimpse into the abyss of nothingness...
What remains is, silence...