Musings of a Mongoose - 10. The Dilemma

I am lost without myself. This is as true for me as you. Not so much the my, but the self is always true.

Are you?

What self would cheat and lie, look destruction in the eye and spit in face of all creation?

Surely not I, nor mine?

But I lie,

And I cheat, and I spit as I stare into the chaos, swirling chaos in the distance . . . The path of most resistance.

Where the cyclone tears asunder, every careful dream and wonder, every hope and madness that I could 'er achieve.

All that I believe . . .

The path where truth awaits, to welcome and eradicate all of my realities like fleas!

The nagging bites where nothing's there, the tiny imperfections in the world.

They gnaw, they scratch and chew at you, telling you that you will never be, part of this reality, because part of you is somewhere else,

because you are lost without yourself

But no one else.

With someone else,

You're found.