I really don't know who I am. I have spent most of my life trying to work it out and now I am very comfortable knowing I haven't got a clue. I can't explain anything about myself, what self who the hell is in control here? I don't know how I breathe, grow my hair, sleep at night, or digest food. When I think about it I am a total mystery a sort of presence without a history, maybe a living pulse. Who beats my heart for me? I'll surrender to that and wait for further instructions..tao jones
Monday, September 12, 2011
Main Beach
A couple of different days, nearly the same spot..
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