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I Am

I Am that I Am as Popeye would say ... or was that the burning bush to Moses? Who is the I without the Me? Which came first the Me or the I? Does the Me know the I? When You speak, You say You to Me and I say I to Me and You to You and then, We speak of Them. When I say Me and You say I when You speak of You but not when You speak of Me, and They just don't know what to say. And there You are again and here am Me ... or is it I? Which I Am do I speak of when I speak of Me? The I Am that is Infinity? or, the ego I that thinks it is all? And what of Me, that little itsy bitsy Me that crawled and cried and cooed, then rose up to become a Me that got to say: I think I feel I believe as if it was all about Me or until it was about You ... Is that when it was We? Or is it always and forever one universal We with a Me who can feel apart from and forgets I AM.

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