I am timeless. I am what was and I am what is and I am what is yet to come. Not I. Not my ego. The particles that string together to make up my self.

Myself. That’s not it, is it? No, that’s not right. We’ve forgotten, again.

We’ve allowed time on earth to dull our purpose.

Purpose. Ah, but if they knew!

If they knew that they chose this path.

If we could only remember.

They are us and we are them and you are me and I am you.