Oppressed by others I begin to suppress
my Self until my mind depresses into vacancy. I am e-e-e, I go tripping. I have
found nothing in Self focus. I have found nothing in my Self. Because
everything, it is so much better. The world focuses on all, revolves in circumference.
I am small. Quand j’étais petite,
I am one, tout est un, but everything
surrounds me. I feel it everywhere. Je me sens bien. Je me le sens partout. Je suis dans un lieu noir. Here,
there, I hear the wind. It whispers in a wheezing breeze. I laugh. Ils rient. Ha! I am— Je suis perdu.
