Of my species, of our particular combination of states of energy, I know plenty.

In fact, I am no longer “I” but the illusion is hard to shake.

I don’t have a problem blaming this one on my parents, who made me the centre of attention plus the fact I was their firstborn.

Of these thoughts, I have retread.

I have followed and I have led.

My vocabulary access system tends to find like-sounds to connect the end of sentences and lines.

And now my thoughts wander, like characters in the film “Slacker,” off to internal conversations about a word I can’t remember that’s like synonym or antonym but means “sounds exactly alike,” similar to alliterative but not the same.

The poseable wooden mannequin on my desk has its head turned, as if watching what I’m typing.

How can pieces of a tree connected by metal hinges have the ability to observe me?

This day, I meditate upon the future that looks back at us, will reveal, to our interpretations, its wonders, its glories, its shockers and its disappointments.

The future has no feelings, no personality, no hopes or dreams.  It is.

We are.

And we are not.

Shadows do not exist.

Instead, look at photons of the Sun encountering a temporary confluence of states of energy that prevent the photons reaching through or around.

When I have nothing to say, no reason to extend the circle of influence of these states of energy outward, I cease to exist and let myself blend in with the environment around me, nearly anonymous.

The way all of us are seen from the Moon.

The way all of us are seen a million years from now.

The way we are meant to be, temporary temporal illusions to the contrary.

“But couldn’t I be a fossil or mummy that is discovered in the far future one day?”  A fossil may be what some entity labels the outline of a few mineral deposits that appear to form a cohesive object of some kind but it won’t be you.

To have two thoughts such as “I exist” and “I don’t exist” are simply sets of symbols stored on a computer, itself a set of symbols which are meaningless to most of us.

A way to notch a virtual piece of wood, slap paint on a cave wall, or erect an edifice in which our sets of states of energy scramble in and out of everyday.

I am not-me.

I have no shadows.

I simply block the rays of the Sun from passing all the way through me.

Neither I nor the Sun know(s) the other exists.

My set of states of energy is attracted to bulkier sets of states of energy nearby.

We flow in and out of one another without noticing.

That’s all the past told us.

All that happens in the present.

All the future will reveal.

All a shadow at noon is doing.