It’s
that simple: me and I. The
primary, ultimate reality, the perennial truth. Existential loneliness is
feared by most of us off-guard pedestrians on this planet, and to avoid it, we
have invented a number of frankly unnecessary stimuli, in an attempt to
disconnect for a moment from the mirror of our soul, from which we cannot
disconnect: our own selves.
I say we should celebrate it. I propose a heresy of celebration for our own individuality. At any time, even the muddiest of times, we are whole, perfect and complete. At any time, we can have the universe inside our heart, if we stop to listen to ourselves, celebrate ourselves, embrace ourselves, live the "me and I" intensely.
And just how do you celebrate the blessed experience of existential loneliness? Silence is your best ally in listening to your own thoughts with clarity, because at times, you are so caught up in getting away from yourself that you mistake the voices of the world with your own and you believe you are thinking when, in reality, all you are doing is repeating. Space, nothing and “Me and I”; at the beginning, it will be awkward, but when you find in the nothingness the perfect space for your own communion, you will feel the grandeur of living under your own skin.
I give to you the timeless wonder of ABBA, singing "Me
and I", which is nothing more than me and I...
