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For years, I asked the question, “Who am I?” For years, I got arbitrary, dissatisfying answers. Where do they come from, these answers? They come from a mind that thinks who has meaning, as if who were real.
Who gets caught in the illusion of a name, as if “David” were something attached to me like an arm or a leg. But it isn’t. It’s just a puff of air, or a word in print. “Oh, you look like a David,” someone says. What if the people I thought were my parents had looked at me and said, “Radish?”
I am not David. Continue reading
On the other monkey, some of the things have come true, and more: computers, surgery performed with lasers, and we have sorta-kinda gone into space. Uber high-definitionTVs are flat and thin and can hang on walls. Microwave ovens have made the job of softening butter or heating tea a breeze. We have instant cough, hack food. Finally, electric cars are available to the public. Some people do have solar power, and to quote Yule Brenner’s King of Siam, “etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.”