there is a part of me that is not me. that has been with me since i was born...but which has been, long before me. that which likes some of what i like and is wary of some of what i'm wary of. that adds a hundred exquisite layers of pleasure...innumerably subtle shades of meaning, empathy...to things i am distantly aware of and yet brought closer to instantly. that which makes me a mote of dust on this land...as i was before...as i will be in my time

and all else will be forever foreign