I am.
I create everything to remind myself who I am and what I yearn for. I am not a person in the world looking out upon other people doing the same. I am their creator, and I am only trying to speak to my lost self who believes he is a person.
Come home, I say to myself. Come home. And when my lost self sees the message, he knows he has seen something divine; but he does not realize he has only just sent it to himself.
To heal, I must awaken, not as a person among people but as the creator among his creations.
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