Frozen, Empty on Love

This USA Culture

So, I did have a dream.

If it happened to me, was it my fault,

good or bad? Do I exist in pristine mathematical isolation?

Does the world not affect me? Do the circumstances of my conception affect me? As I float within the infinite possibility that is my mom’s womb, conceived of mom and dad, am I perfect

for a moment? Then I am born. Or I wake up. Either way, I come into this world. I am experiencing a memory that is sweet and free. I like it there then

I am back in this world.

Do I have enough to eat? Do I have enough good things available? Can I take them in my hands and make them part of me? Did someone love me along the way? Did they take my side when things went wrong? Did they hold me up or push me down? What if they did neither exactly, but some of both mostly? Have I lived well in some way for my whole time so far?

Only I know what happened from moment to moment.

We act from there

whether we know it or not.