and that most of what I have done to date was done in an attempt to hammer my indispensability down the world's throat.
'Believe you are special'? 'Believe you are a miracle?'
'Believe you are extraordinary?'
No...I am no more extraordinary than that rock, or that puddle.
& to imagine I am will not make leaving here any easier.
Just because I jump up and down, gibber & screech like a frisky marmoset does not automatically make me more important.
When I die...
it will be no more of a loss than the leaf that falls from the tree.
You know it's true.
This is not sad or morose...on the contrary.
It is liberating.
I am but a falling leaf, making my way to the ground.
The miracle is...some of you noticed me as I fell.
THAT is extraordinary.
Even more extraordinary...
that this selfish vessel saw you.
& not only that...he saw the TRUTH of his existence.
Namaste, as they say...
Until it is time to Namago.
