This is the first part of a reflection on inter-being and the nature of self as an impermanent, ever-changing aggregate of historical, natural, social, and psychological factors. Who knows if I will ever finish the piece?
This skeleton–revealed when little else remains
beneath the hollow crown of cracking skull
A hue of paper marred with coffee stains–
…this is no more you than a ship its hull.
Miscellaneous Inanities 