I am Clarence Hellmold.
I knew I was old when I could hear the waterfall at the edge of my world.
And the currents around me were speeding up.
I am now most aware of the passing of all things.
That all things pass must have been man’s first revelation.
What are the facts?
There is something called “me” that reflects.
What is reflected?
That gets me nowhere.
Precisely to the point.
And a point mathematically is not a “thing”; a point is a place.
“I” is here.
Here is nowhere imaginable.
Yet everywhere I can imagine is “I”
Does that make me a God?
God is the unimaginable.
How can I conceive of the very idea of unimaginable?
I don’t know.
God is “I don’t know”.
Not “I AM”.
Or is the canvas of “I am” God?
I DON’T KNOW
Probably God’s little toe is the “I am”
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