Thoughts about thoughts
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Last published Fri, Dec 25, 2015
Sitting on the side of the road,
before an ever expanding horizon line
Before me, appearing as clouds and cars passing by are all the:
memories, thoughts, and feelings -
that I had believed were me
But as I sit and watch, I simply notice them pass and go
and everything around me changes
and 'I' still remain
What is this 'I' that remains?
If "I" am that which observes,
what is observing the alleged observer...
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