Fizzy Wisdom

Fizzy Wisdom - Gift

We go around

in neatly folded packages.

Work-shaped, mall-shaped, party-shaped.

Sufficiently malleable to fit into each slot.

Still wrapped when we get home.

(Often tightly).

Tightly taped and parent-shaped for the kids.

Ribbon-tied and bug eyed for the spouse.

Always gifted

But never unwrapped.

What if one string were slowly pulled from the top

To reveal what was inside?

‘No!’ we protest,

‘For that would destroy the package:

the multi-version of me that is my

identity’.

(The ‘i’ in identity

is with a little ‘i’

for the little eye

does not want to have

the inner view).

Pull the string.

Because what you really are

is both inside and outside

of the parcel anyway.

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