The word *me*, or the word *my*, or the word *I* – it’s just a word in a language that I use.
That may sound outlandish. Ofcourse me, my, myself, I is – ME! I’m finding it’s definitely not who you are. It is a word in a language to associate something, someone, some form with an identifier.
Am I losing *you*?
As of late, I’ve learned about something called *the ego*. It is what talks to me, what tells me what things are, or what is true, or what is right or wrong – AS *I* PERCEIVE IT. It’s that voice in my head identifying every living, non-living form on this planet for *me* to understand. Neurological Bar Coding it seems.
Does *me* fully explain what my BEING is? Absolutely not. I am more in depth than a word of two letters. I am energy, I am light, I am from this universe – I am infinite. How then could the word *me* begin to explain anything? It falls so very short of what is the BEING inside of this physical form.
Can you imagine breaking free of the definitions you place on things? It’s possible that you can’t.
Think for a moment if you can be still…..
A tree is: *Tree* right? Well, it is energy as well. It is living (at times), it protects the birds in their nest, it gives you joy when you look at it, it grows from this planet. Does the word *Tree* begin to define what that form is? Nope – just sit under one in the shade on a hot day and look at it. Really look at it. The word doesn’t BEGIN to define it.
There is so much to learn in this life, and I’m enjoying learning it all.
I’m currently reading “A New Earth: Finding Your Life’s Purpose” by Echart Tolle. I cannot tell you enough how good this book is thusfar. Read it, or don’t. This isn’t an ad.
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Very philosphic! In the words of Derridas “I think, therefore I am”. That was the only absolute truth Derridas could come to, nothing else could be proven to exist except the simple fact that he himself wondered about it all. Now I shall challenge you How much of yourself can you define without using societies definitions, expectations, or rules about what you should be? If you take society absolutely out of the picture, with all its presupposed definitions of what you are, can you say who or what you are?
Your question: “If you take society absolutely out of the picture, with all its presupposed definitions of what you are, can you say who or what you are?” is exactly where I’m attempting to get to. The only response is that our language itself is limiting. I haven’t even begun to be able to define “who/what” I am through the use of language. I can *feel* and *know* who/what I am – but I’m having difficulty when I’m attempting to convey what I *feel* via the English language.
I was under a tree and took the time to actually look at the tree and feel what I could from it and when my mind tried to catalog all of it into one definition of “tree” it fell so short of everything it was. Then, trying to give a catalogued response of myself – well, I fell even shorter on that note.
Oh how I love going through the rhythm of life! Thank you Diane for knowing where I was coming from… sometimes typing or speaking just doesn’t begin to do what we are saying any justice.
Do you have an answer for your question?
I know my purpose in this life
Other than that – I am a loss for words.
Very interesting post Monica! I wish at times that we had a different way of communication, words are so restricting in a way. I’m truly happy I can express myself through art, photography etc. it makes me feel less limited but I do wonder at times if there is such a thing as a Universal language…
I think that’s why I enjoy my photography so much. Everything I felt from one place I can feel again by looking at the photo. Not just family snaps, but the ones where I really *see* so much in landscape, in a person’s face and eyes…
Your photos express your feelings. I’ve always loved looking at your work. I can *feel* what it was like to be you at the time you took it.
Much better than language.
Thank you deary
That’s the biggest compliment one could get 
And yes I agree: so much better than language! I love your pictures too and the ‘old’ b/w ones [family and relatives] you had on your blog for a while are simply amazing, you can feel the vibe still, those are real treasures!
I’m so glad you can feel it! You are right, that is a compliment to those that take the photos… if someone *feels* what you are trying to get across… well, you’ve done your *job*.
For some reason your first comments went into moderation… I deleted them because they were duplicates. Sorry it moderated you! LOL
*LOL* I’m in moderation again *hehe* But better not delete them this time :p
I found you! I wonder why it’s doing that to you… how rude!