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Remember Who You Are


When will this madness end?


I looked at the moon last night and it said: "YOU ARE NOTHING."


"To make light of philosophy is to be a true philosopher." (Pascal)


How will I know if it is YOU?


"We'll never know," she said.

And I replied, "THANK YOU. I guess I never want to know. Knowledge is pain."


How do I solve the RIDDLE of you?

I need to remember who I am,
So please set me free.


Funny thing how we forget who we are under the blow of emotions.

Emotions do not have identity: being rough and amorphous, they cannot give one any definition; one moment you are a tranquil sea, the next a raging storm. (The story of my life.)

I know myself because I think my self--or I think there is such a thing called self. I have to think that there is a permanent substratum like a seabed which supports different waters at different times.

Emotions, however, destroy all such beliefs of a unity: Watch me act and play the fool in this stupid charade and masquerade. For what?

Because I like playing games. I like playing the part of what I can never be. No, this is not stooping down; on the contrary, it's a shooting for the impossible--because I know that we can never be.

So let me smile that smile, a dimpled smile which hides the impossibility of the real. Let me play the part of a lonely lover who is cursed with a distance that cannot be breached. Let me pretend that it's all up to you and that you have made me into what I am not, what I really can never be. I'll let you imagine that it has always been up to you.

That is, after all, my only gift. A parting gift, as it were.

It was up to me all along. I am setting you free.



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