All the matter in your body is yours by chance. You eat from the bodies of others and then forget where you came from. Your mind is carefully crafted by those around you. To learn is to be taught and to teach is to pass on a piece of you.
What then am I allowed to call, “I” and you call, “You”? What differentiates you from me?
I am a being with the ability to perceive the world around me. Where is the distinct line that I may say the universe and I meet? Physical matter isn’t bound to me and only me. It flows endlessly. The matter in the universe is everlasting. Destruction is really only decomposition.
Has our concept of time trapped our minds into thinking of only limits? When the day is done, has anything really finished? We live in a universe that transcends limits. We are the universe. Is it our concept of measuring miles that has tricked us into believing that distance is the same as separation?